Cowabunga!

[Parker Greystone]

Having finished his lessons for the day, and finally finishing off his last bit of homework, Parker Greystone found himself at a rare moment in time for Hogwarts. He had absolutely nothing to do, and still had a few hours until dinner. After a few seconds of pondering, his shoes were hastily pulled onto his feet, and his headphones were plugged into his ipod and were neatly sitting on his head. He spent a minute in front of the mirror gelling and spiking his hair, and then grabbed his skateboard and headed for the door. He was thankful for this brief moment of freedom, as he rarely found time to skate nowadays, having fallen in love with the muggle hobby in his summer before he had started Hogwarts. Making his way down from his dorm room, through the common room and out into the castle corridor. Hastily making his way through the twists and turns of the castle, the Gryffindor first year was making his way for the courtyard. It was one of the few concreted places smooth and flat enough to ride on in Hogwarts, and Parker had spent a few of these rare occasions there before. Finally clearing the front doors to the castle, Parker leaped down the first few steps, and the launched himself off of the stairs, twisting and fiddling mid-air, and landing smoothly on top of his board, skating his way across the courtyard. He had a bit of wabbled manoeuvring to keep his footing, and luckily managed to regain his balance as he zipped his way across the stone floor.

Twisting his body as he went, he steered the skateboard in a fishtailing slide, back and forth as he sped around the courtyard, missing students and obstacles by inches as he pushed himself to faster speeds. Taking a steeply angled right hand turn, he zipped past a few pillars of stone, and around a sharp corner, and at the last moment realised his mistake and crashed straight into a figure in front of him. It all happened so quickly that he boy barely had time to dive off of the board, and as he landed hard on his back, he felt the force of the speed he had been going as he crashed over the stone and rolled for a few metres. "Ouch." he exclaimed in a moan as he laid flat on his back, his head spinning, and his back, elbows and right hip searing in pain. His body would hate him for this.

 

[Marietta Macmillan]

Marietta had finished all of her homework, cleaned up her part of the dorm room, and finished her book. She took a deep sigh, thinking of what else she could do to pass the time. By her bedside, she glanced her sketchbook, laying there untouched. Her sketches of dresses and patterns contained within. Marietta never had much time for drawings anymore since she started school here. She was thinking about joining the Conglomerated Arts Club to pick back up on it. Since there was nothing better to do with her time she decided to go and sign up now. She got up from her bed, grabbed her sketchbook, and headed for the Ground Floor. Hopefully Sign-ups were still open.

In the Courtyard, many students were rallying around to join the clubs they desired. There were also many other students just hanging around talking, reading, or just still doing class assignments. As she started making her way to the Conglomerated Arts Sign-up, a boy bursted from the doors behind her. Marietta yelped, surprised by the sudden action. It was then that she realized the boy was on a skateboard, maneuvering through the Courtyard avoiding obstacles, such as students. Marietta huffed choosing to ignore him and continued making her way to Sign-Ups. While waiting in the line to sign up, she would catch the boy in the corner of her eye doing stunts. He was obviously a first year, considering she's never noticed him before. In fact, she didn't know the school allowed skateboards! Marietta noticed it was her turn to sign. She wrote down her name on the paper and just as she was about to leave... WHAM! The force came from behind and had her landing on her hands and knees, dropping her sketchbook. "Ahhh..." was the pained hissing noise she made looking at her red palms and scrapped knees. An 'Ouch,' came from behind her. Marietta turned to see a skateboard and the boy on his back with a pained face.

 

[Parker Greystone]

Parker could tell from the stinging pain in his elbows that he had removed a fair amount of skin as he had crashed into the hard cement floor. He had only stacked it this bad a few times before, and they had only ever been on steep hills where he had hit the death wobbles at the bottom, and one other time where he had been to busy paying attention to another boy tripping over that he hadn't seen the massive crack in the path in front of him and had ended up flying off of his skateboard and rolling for a fair distance. That accident had in fact left his hip extremely swollen for weeks, and he still thought that it sat slightly irregular to his other hip. Never before had he crashed into another person before, and judging by the pain he felt on the front of his body, he could only imagine what the other person was feeling. As the gryffindor boy heard a hissing noise, he raised his head from the stone floor and peeped over at the person he'd hit. There before him sat an older Hufflepuff girl. Judging from her size, she couldn't have been much older then Parker, though he was realising more and more these days that you couldn't judge a book by its cover, especially with girls.

Groaning to himself as he sat up, he climbed painfully to his feet and picked the sketchbook up off of the cement. "I'm so sorry," he apologised, handing the book back to the girl. "I didn't see you there." he said, chuckling softly as he examined his scrapes and bruises more. "Are you hurt at all?" he asked, suddenly realising that he might have seriously hurt the girl. He hadn't meant to run into the girl, and hoped that he hadn't hurt her. The last thing he wanted was a hurt girl or an angry professor after him. "Im Parker Greystone." he introduced himself, flashing her one of his usual dashing smiles, his perfect white teeth shining slightly behind his lips, as he offered her his hand to shake.

 

[Marietta Macmillan]

Looking at him, Marietta could see he was a Gryffindor. She wasn't incredibly surprised by that conclusion since that house is considered reckless and full of troublemakers. The boy groaned as he struggled getting to his feet. As for Marietta she just changed into a sitting position on the ground so she could check her stinging knees. They were crimson red, like her hands, and just starting to show blood, but it was nothing a bandage could not fix. Getting off with a few scratches, she felt luckier than the boy. He landed straight on his back and with no padding or helmet, his head must be spinning from the fall.

Still checking her knees, Marietta saw the boy pick up her sketchbook. She was about to protest, but was interrupted by his apology as he handed it back to her. "Thanks," she said thoughtfully. He said he didn't see her, and that she did not doubt since he was also oblivious to almost knocking her down before. He proceeded to ask if she was hurt at all and to that she said, "just a few scrapes nothing to worry about." Getting up she struggled a bit. Her legs felt like jelly beneath her. She straightened her skirt and dusted off the dust. The Gryffindor introduced himself as Parker Greystone, holding out his hand. "Marietta Macmillan," she introduced, taking his hand, and smiling her usual adorable smile back at him. After the introduction Marietta had to ask, "Are you... injured in anyway? You weren't exactly wearing a helmet or padding." Parker seemed fine now, but he had to be feeling some sort of pain at least.

 

[Parker Greystone]

Parker smiled at the girls thanks, and was glad to know that he wasn't about to get screamed at. It had been an accident after all, but some people were prone to taking this kind of thing to heart way too easily. He was glad when she told him that she had only received a few scrapes and bruises. The Hufflepuff girl seemed fairly strong to the Gryffindors eye, so he was glad that she would be able to shake this off and move on from it. "Marietta." he said with a grin as she took his hand and shook it. He couldn't help but be a little cocky now and then, and it showed now as he stood in front of this girl. Being an only child who had been spoilt most of his life endowed a fair amount of confidence in Parker Greystone, and he was never ever shy about flaunting that effect. "Not too bad. A few scraped and scratches, nothing major." he said with another of his charmingly cheeky grins. He ran another hand through his perfectly jelled and positioned fair, making sure he smoothed out the bumps and grooves. He liked a many few comforts, his hair always being in order being first and foremost on that list.

Studying the girl again now, and noted the sketchbook again, and leaning against a nearby column, he tried to keep the conversation going. "Did I interrupt you from something?" he asked curiously, not motioning the sketchbook with his hand. He had noticed a few of the sketches as he had picked the book up and had to mention they looked quite good. He was generally curious now.

 

[Marietta Macmillan]

Marietta was relieved to hear that the boy wasn't badly injured. She wouldn't want to go to the Hospital Wing and have to explain to the nurses what happened. Then again, Parker probably would have been happy to explain his sick skills to the staff. She could definitely see the cockiness and pride in his smiles hinting that he was quite proud of his talent on a skateboard. Marietta was never fond of the things, even though she did try, but she could never really understand the physics of it. So, she just stuck to bicycles.

Parker gelled back his hair and leaned on a column. He asked if he interrupted her with something noting to her sketchbook. Marietta looked at the sketchbook then back at him, "Oh, no, um..." she said, gripping her sketchbook tightly in her hands. She really hoped he didn't look at any of her sketches. Compared to many of her favourite artists, Marietta's designs were like chicken scratches and she was absolutely terrified of feedback. She was still only twelve, so she didn't expect to be amazing at it yet, but still. Marietta was very protective of her sketchbook and the sketches contained within. She could feel her face redden from her stammering, "... I mean I was just signing up for the Arts Club here." She said with an awkward little smile. She was also planning on drawing a bit before she went back up to the dorm room, but that plan obviously changed.