Habit [Amelia]

[Finley Andrews]

In his first year, Finley had often gotten lost around the castle. Now, he was still frequently getting lost, but it was nothing compared to how bad his navigational skills had been back then.
It'd been on one such occasion of this, where he'd got so frustrated at his lack of knowledge concerning his location, that he'd just thrown his bag down on the staircase and sat next to it with his arms folded, determined not to move an inch until someone had helped him or he'd worked it out on his own.

It'd been this experience that had taught him a lot that had helped him over his education since then. He'd learned that he was apparently invisible to the student body, which portraits were suitable to converse with and which weren't, no one really noticed whether he made it alive to history of magic or not, the stairs were quite uncomfortable and also uninteresting and most importantly, he'd learnt not to still be there when Snape comes sweeping down the flight of stairs.
It'd been a learning curve, certainly.

But sitting for hours on the staircase had also grown to be a habit. When the common room was too noisy and he was doing Poppy the favour of abandoning her so she wouldn't get distracted and would for once do her homework, he would come and sit here. When the people in the library were glaring at him because he was sick yet again and kept coughing or sneezing or something, he would come and sit here.
He was sick at the moment, like usual. His immune system seemed to be virtually non-existent, so he was constantly catching colds - even in the summer - or coming down with the flu or whatever it was that was circling round the student body.
And he would always be an idiot and last it out, waiting for the pathogens to leave his system rather than going to the hospital wing. He would never step foot in that place.

Sighing softly, he looped his arm round the banister of the staircase, glancing over the edge briefly before he tired of this too and leant back again and away from the side.
Picking up his bag and slinging it back over his shoulder, he reflected that maybe he'd gotten bored of this habit. Now what would he do when he had nothing better to do?
How bleak.
He took the stairs two at a time on his way to the top of the staircases, not to patiently waiting for it to grind to a halt so he could go and find something else to occupy his free time.

[Amelia Prewett]

Silence.
It was one of the most awkward and errie things that Mia had ever thought of. The fact that the only thing you could ehar was your own foot steps or breathing. The fact that no matter how quiet it was, there still was a slight ringing in her ears. To say the least, Mia hated it when it was silent. She could remember growing up when Fabian and Emily ahd to have nap times and she would either have the choice of staying silent of going to sleep along with them. Both were very hard for a six year old girl. Mia knew that Yumi was probably hopeing by some miricle that Mia would just take a nap along with them, but that was never how it ended up.

Now though when it was silent at Hgwarts, Mia knew something was up. Either everyone was in class, or-...Well Mia couldn't think of any other time when it was be this quiet in the castle. Norally her cousins would be causeing some form of trouble. Bill was a lummox and caused noise where ever he went. Charlie was a big ball of energy and never stopped running around yelling, talking, screaming, or a combo of the both. Percy, well Percy was the exception. Percy was a little goody-goody. Fred and George weren't here yet, but whenever she was visiting her Aunt and Uncles home they were worse than all the other. Ron, well he seeed a little timid. Thought travling to her other family members. She hadn't been round to her Aunt Bella's to see Gen or Noah. She saw Kim just a little bit ago, but still none the less.

Looking around her Mia was starting to wonder if she was now just plain skipping a class instead of walking around in her free period. She saw no clock and Mia never carried a watch. Biting on the inside of her cheek Mia started to walk up the moving stairs. Just as she did though Mia's ears picked up another pair of footsteps. Eyes glancieng all around Mia finally caught sight of the one causeing it. A slow smile came to her face as she called out, "Hey Fin!" She called up to im walking up the steps behind him.

[Finley Andrews]

Finley instantly grabbed onto the banister as if he'd just been assaulted, gripping so hard his knuckles turned white before he shot a furtive irritated glance over his shoulder.
He'd always been jumpy. Jumpy twitchy little runt, as his cousins so affectionately put it. It was easy for them to say. They didn't have Fin's train wreck of a life.
He hated it when people would just do that, suddenly call out to him or touch him with or without warning. He had to ease into someone elses company, sink into it gradually, not just abruptly like that.

His glance over his shoulder confirmed his suspicions that it was Mia. Of course it was.
He didn't have many friends here, only his cousins and Poppy and Mia. His cousins never spoke to him if anyone could possibly see, Poppy knew better by now than to startle him, so by process of elimination, it was Mia. The one who never learnt.
"Hey Mia," He mumbled, inclining his head very slightly.

This was an affectionate greeting by his standards. He never got much more cheery than that. Always morose and blank, twitchy, odd little runt. That was pretty much who he was.
He supposed he should be grateful that people even bothered talking to him at all.

[Amelia Prewett]

Mia grinned and kept going up the stairs until she was next to him. her smile started to fade though. The fact that she could tell that she had startled him was enough to give away that he wasn't at his best. Mia still had yet to get used to having to learn how to not greet FIn like she greet everyone else. Loud, abrupt and such. She'll get it one of these days though, least she hopes.

But looking at him for another moment she saw that he looked sick. Tilting her head to the side, "You look like something McGonagall spat up." She said frankly. Probably could have put it nicer. No she most definatly could have out it nicer, but sometimes the words just popped out of her mouth before she even had time to think.

Biting down on her bottom lip Mia looked around, least no one else was around to hear that last remark. "What I mean is that you don't look so good. You sick?" She said in a sheepish attempt to correct herself. As Mia pulled her bag up higher on her shoulder she smiled slightly up at him. She would never understand how tall he was, and he was two years younger than herself.

[Finley Andrews]

He shot her a wry sideways glance at that to show he was sort of amused. It was one of his favourite things about Mia, how she spoke so frankly. It might offend some people, but he wasn't really one of them.
He'd had much worse than being compared to projectile teacher spit.
"I'm always sick," He murmured, hoisting his bag higher up onto his shoulder and glancing briefly down at her to meet her eyes for a split second before looking away.
Okay, enough eye contact for today.

"You in a good mood or...?"
It was always hard to tell, for him at least. He'd never had a firm grasp on understanding people anyway, and Mia always seemed to be loud and unnaturally upbeat. He could never tell if she was in a good mood or just sort of stuck that way by some genetic fault or something.
Fin was not in a good mood. He was in a worse mood than usual, in fact, and he had been for months now. Or he'd been in a sort of yo-yo mood for months now, swinging between brief spurts of happiness that had him talking to strangers and everything, and this bored misery that he was shuffling through now, waiting for the next burst of happiness.
He would have thought it would be straight forward that it'd be good now, but no, it wasn't quite that simply it seemed.

[Amelia Prewett]

Mia nodded her head, "Okay, yes you are, but you do have your days where your slightly not sick." She points out with a small smile. But the truth was there were hardly any days like that with Fin, least it seemed like that. There was always a certian auroa all aronud him that was-...It was just different. Mia honestly didn't care though. she got used to it. As he looked down at her, making eye contact for just a small amount of time Mia rolled her eyes. "Afraid that I'll cause some form of diease if you make to much eye contact with me?" She questioned, in a slightly teaseing voice.

Mia bit on the inside of her cheek for a few moments and tilted her head to the side again, almost resting on her own shoulder. "Am I in a good mood or...?" She echoed him. As Mia clicked her tounge against the back of her teeth Mia had to wonder about that. She knew she was always like this no matte what the situation was. Mia was never one to be so upset, or depressed or anytihng along those lines.

But today Mia had no reason to be in a good mood. Emily was getting on her nerves more and more with each passing day and Fabian was being so, well he was acting like a girl as Mia put it. And her and Yumi had been getting into constrant fights and the fact that Mia had run away a couple of nights ago didn't help anything. "I do not know." She admits. "I'll get back to you on that one," She nods looking back up at him.

[Finley Andrews]

"Once in a blue moon," He agreed impassively.
He didn't mean to sound so apathetic all the time, but he couldn't help it. He found it easier not to inject any expression into his voice or face, and then it wouldn't be the wrong one and it would all be alright. Unfortunately, it had been known to make conversations and socialising in general hardwork.
The corners of his lips pulled up slightly in what resembled more of a twitch than a smile, but was intended to be the latter, "I wouldn't want to catch what you have, Mia. I take no risks."

"I'll be eagerly awaiting your answer," He replied with a small curt nod, same tone as always but for the tiniest hint of teasing sarcasm.
He was a little bit worried on that count though. Mia was happy, or at least she always seemed it and he found it very unnatural for it to be otherwise.
Hasn't the natural balance of the world been upset enough? What is wrong with things?