Odd place to meet.

[Jennifer Boudreaux]

Jennifer sneezed. 'Darn flowers', she spat, but felt no anger inside. After all, they were only roses. Jenny sighed. Roses were a symbol of love, weren't they? So why did she have no inspiration for the romantic novel she was attempting to write? She place her pen down as a paperweight and heaved herself up. She stretched out her fingers, trying to wake them up. She wasn't sure quite how long she had spent trying to find idea's for her book, but it was just about to start getting dark, so she guessed more than a couple of hours. The cramp in her fingers persisted, and Jenny was about to pick up her notebook when she spotted a figure moving about. The rose bush was a popular place, Jenny had been particularily lucky not to have come across anybody in two hours. As the figure headed towards her, she gave her a smile. It was definately a girl, and a young one too, like herself. Jenny relaxed a little.

There was no point leaving just yet, the many letters her mother had sent her threatening to leave her at Hogwarts (which she wanted anyway) for Christmas if she didn't make friends was still imprinted in her mind. Her mother was such a nag, and Jenny would have been more willing to make friends if she'd threatened to take her home for Christmas.
By now, the girl was only a few feet away, and Jenny had no option but to sit down and wait. She picked up her notebook and pretended to write, not wanting to be seen lazing around on her day off. She should have been doing homework really, but it was boring, and Jenny was known for being a bit of a rebel.

 

[Shiloh Denton]

Shiloh sighed as she looked around her dorm to see if she could make any progress with finding the case for her violin. She had the violin, all she was missing was the case. This made her a little angry as the case is kind of important if you are going to have a violin and it would make no sense to have the violin without the case now wouldn’t it? After having asked her roommates and having them help her look for it, she decided to give up for the day. Odds are that she was going to find it tomorrow when she didn’t need it. That was always how it worked out for her anyway. Shiloh sometimes wondered, if it was only muggles that had that bizarre turn of events. Finding a lost item, only after they needed it. Though an adult witch or wizard she was sure would just cast a summoning charm. She only wished that she knew one as she really did love her case, and she sort of needed it too. Shiloh simply pulled out her old case and set the violin neatly inside of it. She didn’t like the old one because it was too big, and she didn’t really want her violin to be bashing around inside it. But seeing as there was nothing as could be done, Shiloh simply walked out of the dorm and headed to The Hogwarts Garden, it was where she went if she wanted to find inspiration for her music.

As she approached, Shiloh saw a girl, around her age, sitting y the garden. She couldn’t see what the girl was doing, but she seemed to have something in her hands, this lead Shiloh to believe that she was maybe writing something? Homework perhaps. Whatever it was, Shiloh hoped that the girl wouldn’t mind a little company.

 

[Jennifer Boudreaux]

A slightly fake smile spread across Jenny's face as the girl reached her. It wasn't that she was dissapointed, but she always felt trapped when she had to speak to someone she didn't know. As she shufled about on the grass to make room for the girl to sit down, her gold chain rattled on the underside of her hoody, cold against her skin on the warm day. Luckily, Jennifer was good at making conversation, ish, and felt no panic that she would have to chat. 'Hi,' she started, and then sneezed into her arm. 'Sorry, I think it's the flowers, I don't have a cold or anything,' she gabbled, turning pink. She scowled inwardly. Perfect. It was first impressions that counted, wasn't it? 'I'm Jenny, or Jennifer. Or Jen,' she said with a small nod, and a genuine smile. 'I think I've seen you around.. Sheila, right?' She guessed. She'd heard of her before, and was pretty sure she had her name right.

Jennifer shuffled about on the grass again, being careful not to prick herself on the rose thorns behind her. Her back itched like crazy, and she was seriously considering that she was allergic to roses. She moved her head a little until the dappled sunlight was out of her eyes, though she was starting to get a crick in her neck. She looked down at her notebook, and then hurridley covered it up with her sleeve, pretending it wasn't there and desperately hoping that the girl had not seen any of her romantic novel. Not only did she believe she was terrible at writing, she had also been told that what she had been writing was unsuitable. The truth was, she never wrote anything naughty, but her mother believed that writing about people kissing at the age of 11 and 12 was far too young.