After spending the morning confined between fascist stone walls,
Samuel found the thought of finishing his day on a lighter note more appealing than finishing it lingering for too long in the school halls. This lighter note being found within Brightstone village, freedom from the castle grounds meant the seventeen year old had the chance to visit his home more regularly than he ever could while at durmstrang, and luckily, the bullying hadn't continued after his transfer. But as Samuel dodged between the other Hogwarts New Zealand students, on the way to Brightstone, he longed for the familiarity of Durmstrang. In the moments when Samuel had no sense of direction between him and his destination, did the seventh year prefer the bullying he received at his previous school. The insults that had been malevolently heaved at the seventeen year old before he transferred were a more reasonable position, because at least he knew where to hide away from all the discrimination. At Hogwarts New Zealand, the insults were non-existent, Samuel was just merely known as a stranger to the masses, which was exactly how he liked it. To remain unnoticed was not his goal; his blatant blood status couldn't help but be noticed. Samuel just liked the contentment of seeing somebody change their focus of attention from the floor to him as they walked by, failing at hiding their curious eyes and cheeks flushed with a shade of tickled pink. The mask he had put on for other students had proven worthy, but Samuel still remained torn between both schools. He would have gladly chosen to live through the bullying, as he knew where he was going. At Hogwarts New Zealand, the situation was the polar opposite. Samuel got lost easily within the castle, just as easily as one of the first years. But fortunately, he pushed through the crowd of students, making his way down to the village faster than originally thought, a self-satisfied smirk gracing his features as he did so. Still in his Slytherin uniform, not bothering to change out of it as his desire to leave the school grounds were too great, Samuel radiated confidence, or rather, arrogance as he walked towards Brightstone village.
Samuel's arrogant façade faltered however, as his eyes fell upon Brightstone, just as crowded as the halls he had barely escaped. He shrugged this new realisation off, and after pausing for a quick minute to take a breath, Samuel made his way down to the village, footsteps crunching on the gravel walkway. His first task was to enter the crowd, and navigate through the rushing people before finally arriving at the place he called home, where excited words from his brother, and the serenity of his bedroom kindly awaited his arrival. Yet something else captured the seventeen year old's attention. Samuel saw familiar flash of blonde hair in the corner of his eye, and quickly strode towards it, bumping into Aimee on purpose, causing the girl to spin around, blushing as she realised Samuel had bumped into her.
"Hey there." He greeted the blonde, his voice sounding calm, kind even, although incredibly phony. It would be thoughtless to deny the tension between the two, when they had met earlier, that particular tension still prolonged then, as Samuel and Aimee shared but a few more words. What mattered was if the tension would become more than just another elephant in the room, and with Samuel's intentions, it wouldn't remain that way.
"I was just bored, you know." Replied the seventeen year old. Bored being one way to describe it. Samuel had grown too sick of Elspeth, and the fact she flat out refused to take their relationship to the level. The fighting making their relationship even less bearable than before, and the fact Samuel's heart still clung onto Buddy didn't help, not at all. Samuel was pining for a distraction of any kind, a distraction Aimee posed. A fake, yet warm smile graced the Part-Veela's features, as his attention remained fixed on the sixth year standing before him.
