Eggshells

[Chester Cliffeton]

As soon as he reached Hogsmead, Chester knew it was a Hogsmead weekend for the students of Hogwarts. He himself had looked forward immensly to these weekends when he had attended the school. He walked easily through the crowds of jabbering teenagers, apologising when he bumped into someone. He continued down the main street, avoiding the gazes of some older students. It made him realise that the three years since he had left the school hadn't been very long. He didn't like being viewed as a 'drop out', but it seemed that that was what he was considered to be, judging by the mutters of various people as he passed.

After leaving the crowded areas, he walked a little ways before spotting an empty bench, and sitting down on it, placing his bag at his feet and leaning his guitar up against the wall behind him. Where he wanted to go from here, he wasn't really sure of. He most definetley did not want to return home. That would be his absolute last resort. Pushing it from his mind he sighed, deciding to rest on the bench for a bit.

Edited Sorry, just could not think of a different title

 

[Nusa Mauven]

Nusa Melora Mauven was not used to Hogwarts Scotland yet. She was a Ravenclaw that did not understand nor fully care for the tension between the houses of the school; she did not even understand that Hufflepuffs and their kind were often disliked by her family when Hogwarts schools were attended. Heck, Nusa did not really get why her family hated these people so but she did as well. Well… only the muggle borns. Somehow Nusa’s naivety only helped the manipulation of herself by her father and brought her dislike muggle borns. Despite her fascination with muggles, Nusa had a confusing hatred for muggle borns and wished them all to die out but in the sweetest way possible.

As she walked through the Hogsmeade, Nusa was brought to wonder just how many of her peers were muggle borns and how many were against her family for being from such blood. Shuddering as she smiled dreamily, the freckle-faced-girl walked on. A small bubble of exclusion from others formed around Nusa and all the students seemed to avoid her as she walked, this going unnoticed by her as each step was taken. Parchment and quills, she reminded herself, That is all you need. More often then not, when the Ravenclaw travelled out of Hogwarts she would purchase more then necessary. A book here and a book there ended up being a library nearly as large as the actual Hogwarts one.

After ten minutes of walking around, Nusa stumbled along a street that she had not seen before or did not remember and she realized she was lost. A moment of hesitation to move forward pressed into her thoughts before it was obliterated and she went forward. As the girl walked by she spotted an older boy sitting a little ways away from her at a bench with the most beautifully dark curls in his hair and she grinned. The strangest temptation came over her as she glanced at him through the slits of her almond-shaped orbs to touch his hair.

Without further thought, Nusa did just that. With a carefully placed smile, she said a hello to the boy before touching a tendril between her graceful fingers. “Goodbye,” she said, after exactly twenty-seconds of glancing from the boy to his hair to her hands, her thick Bulgarian accent playing in her words. The accent tended to make her words sound more final and abrasive then intended but at this time it was gentle and with all the delicacy she possessed. Stepping away, Nusa turned to continue on with her walk and search for parchment and a quill.

 

[Chester Cliffeton]

Chester found his eyes growing heavy, and blinked hard, to stop himself from falling asleep on the bench. aside from the fact that he would look particularly silly, he was afraid that due to his current lack of sleep from travelling, he was end up spending the night right here on the bench, which wouldn't do. Though Spring was coming, and the warmer weather was starting to melt the snow, he knew that the night would be very cold. He watched passers-by go about their business, and his gaze fell on a dreamy looking girl with vivid red hair wandering past him. He didn't look away when she seemed to spot him, and come over, as if he had been the thing was looking for. Without breaking his gaze, Chester shifted slightly, wondering if somebody she knew had sat beside him, and he hadn't noticed when he had been drifting off.

Chester was rather taken a back when the girl, who he certainly did not know, said hello, and began to touch his hair, her gaze flicking back from him to her hands. "Hello" he said politely. Though he was wondering why on Earth a complete stranger was touching his hair, he did not stop her. After she was satisfied, it seemed, she said goodbye, and began to walk away "Wait" he called after her, his hand on his head, checking if there was something unusual there, that could have cause her to be interested in it. It wasn't everyday a girl played with your hair. He smiled, a little wearily, and asked "Can I help you?" he asked, not in a rude tone, but a slightly bewildered one.

 

[Nusa Mauven]

Nusa looked over her shoulder to the dark-haired boy and smiled gently at him as she kept walking, assuming that he would take interest in walking beside her. “Can I help you?” Momentarily halting, she thought that perhaps he could help her but what was it she was looking for again? Perhaps if she asked him, she would remember what her purpose for being out in Hogsmeade was or perhaps she would end up adding to her library and repertoire of novel knowledge. “Maybe, what street are we on?” she inquired slowly as she looked around them before returning her gentle eyes to the person she had not yet introduced herself to but imagined not needing to.

Without fully realizing it, Nusa seemed to be the perfect damsel-in-distress; with big, sapphire blue orbs staring unblinkingly at the young man it was clear her complete trust in his words were spoken. Then of course there was her tiny figure that seemed to sway just in the gentle breeze that pushed it’s way through her jumper.

ugh lame.

 

[Chester Cliffeton]

Chester was thoroughly confused when she asked what street they were on. He was still wondering why on earth this girl had come up to him, and starting touching his hair "I don't know..." he said, looking around distractedly for a sign of some sort "What are you looking for?" he asked, a little gently, standing up. The small girl seemed to be quite vulnerable, and Chester couldn't quite figure her out. It seemed as if she was off in her own little world, which he certainly empathized with. So many times he had escaped into his own world, when it seemed as if his mother would never be sober enough to speak to him properly. He picked up his bag and guitar, still studying the girl. She had to be in school, that much was certain. Chester didn't recognise her from his own days up at Hogwarts Scotland, but that wasn't to say that she hadn't been there. It was easy to miss people in the everyday blur of school.

He walked over to her, hoisting his guitar up a little further on his back "Do you go to Hogwarts?" Chester asked her. She seemed to be the sort of person who could have just wandered in without noticing that she was surrounded by magic. He glanced around, wondering if she was lost. It would be easy to lose yourself in this village. Especially with the snow capped roofs that all seemed to look the same.