Ordinary Day {open}

It was never quite often at all that Monet Whitby would ever be in the company of someone else. She valued herself as the lone badger despite what quarrels it would cause. She was her own young woman and her self value and preservation meant more to her than acting on someone else’s influence. Of course she knew the grounds to be a perfectly good place to spend a couple of hours but she wanted to just walk a little further than usual. The Whomping willow was in magnificent shape, waving its branches around, deliberately trying to hit birds that were quite eager to build a nest on it. Monet frowned and her small auburn eyebrows met together briefly before her eyes widened and she jumped. The bird had gotten hit, and quite frankly had exploded – or so it seemed. Quickly, while the Whomping will was building up for another whack, she decided to run back so that she was in no shape or form about to be blown up by it like the bird. Her guilt built up, she had just witnessed a small catastrophe and yet did nothing to avoid it. ‘It couldn’t be helped’ she told herself repeatedly as she walked a little bit further away. Grasping her hair firmly, she tied it atop her head in a very messy bun. Sighing she held her forehead, “Oh,” she complained as she began to trek away from the dangerous willow and back onto safer ground, despite how busy it was… she didn’t want to see what had happened again.

Upon arriving at the grounds, she decided to sit herself under a tall tree. Reached into her small brown bag and plucked out a book. To anyone else it would be boring, but to her, the art of wand making was extremely insightful. And, only she would admit to herself, but she felt that was the only dream she could accomplish after her injury in her first year. Honestly, who tumbles off a broom that was only five feet in the air, and breaks their ankle? It was potentially the most ridiculous injury in Hogwarts History. Sighing she played with a loose strand of vibrant auburn hair, he naturally green-hazel eyes gleaming over the pages like it was a fantastic meal, devoured by her eyes. Although a loud cackle ruined her deep world of wands, she turned her head sharply to see a bunch of girls laughing and playing around with some boys. She tilted her head, she watched them so carefully. Trying to see what the attractions were between each of them. Why did one boy like the blonde girl, and why did the blonde girl like the boy who wasn’t the one who seemed to like her. It seemed like a vicious circle, and yet she sort of envied them. Monet frowned briefly at her mental decision. She didn’t want to envy someone like that, for a reason like that. Her goals were absolute, she wouldn’t waste her time, if a boy wanted to give her that type of affection he could, but she wouldn’t dare seek it out. It was hardly Hufflepuff behaviour. Rolling up her uniform sleeves she held her book in her lap, she supposed watching everyone else enjoying the weather and time with friends was something she should observe – maybe then she’d have more skill at socialisation.

He had never really paid much mind to whom he spent his time with these days, as long as they enjoyed his company, he didn't much care who he hung around. He was walking around the grounds with Fitz and Amelia and a few others when the group broke out in random song, FItz urging Hugo to play his guitar, why not? He slung the guitar to his front side strumming on it as they walked and he watched Fitz twirl Amelia around for awhile, boy how he admired such a love as they had. He sighed softly but disregarded his thoughts, he'd never envy his friend for being happy, the boy deserved it just as much as the next person. As he stopped playing he looked down watching his black shoes make prints in the snow and he almost didn't realize that his two friends had taken off, hollering their goodbyes to him,"Well then, lovely to have spent the time with you two as well" he muttered to himself which allotted a chuckle to escape him as well. He rolled his eyes, they'd go and have their fun and return to his side soon enough as they always did. He saw a girl by herself and he took it upon himself to begin strumming his guitar again, his flirtatious ways unable to stop him as he approached her slowly, light song leaving his lips,"Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you, baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, the way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know you're beautiful"

[/color] he sang it a bit slower and softer than the usual tune but he sang it looking right at her as he sat down beside the girl not considering she may be shy. He was known to do this often, just to get a smile from a girl would always make Hugo's day.[/blockquote]

In a single moment of observing others in the area, a soft noise was heard from her left side. First it was soft, like a humming being drowned out by everything around her, and then it got louder. Turning her head, Monet noticed a boy strolling toward her, guitar in hand, and singing? She frowned and looked around, maybe she was being mistaken for someone else, maybe someone was behind her - turning her head to look, but no one was there. She quickly blushed, her face looking flustered. This never happened, and when it did - well. It was always for someone else and she just happened to be in the same air space, and always looked quite confused and desperately seeked a way out of someone else's fairly romantic or flirtacious moment. Biting her lip she tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and watched him get closer, she could hear his voice alot more clearly. It was lovely actually. She hadn't met this boy before, it was clearly obvious. Anyone that knew Monet Whitby found her odd, self-preserved and socially awkward. Although his words were kind, and soft, and seemingly genuine. As he sat, she clapped her small delicate hands together and smiled at him. "Lovely" she commented, giving a small nod. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable and of course, she needed the company. She tilted her head looking at the boy. Scruffy hair, and quite rounded features, thin, and nicely dressed, and in his eyes, she felt no danger. Monet smiled, and held out her hand for a handshake "Monet Whitby" she said, her voice small and soft.

When he had stopped playing he smiled a dimpled smile when she said it was lovely,"Not as lovely as you miss Monet" he said after she had introduced herself. He took her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles before he gently let go of it and he leaned his back against the tree and rested his guitar on his knee where he sat. "I'm Hugo Weasley by the way, the most charming adorable one of the Weasleys" he joked lightly, he wasn't full of himself at all, he was only teasing. He looked at her and kept his smile on his face,"Why are you all by your lonesome Miss Whitby?" he asked genuinely curious to know the answer. He flipped his hair out of his eyes before tilting his head and sizing her up with his gaze, wow he really wasn't lying when he said she was beautiful in the song, she really was, that auburn hair just made her eyes pop, it was incredible. He sighed and glanced down not wanting to make her feel so stared at, after all he could tell a shy girl when he saw one. He glanced up hesitantly at her again,"I wasn't interrupting you from studies or solitude was I? Cus if I am interrupting you I'll gladly leave you be, I'm not one to intrude if not wanted to be around" he said respectfully flashing his dimpled grin again.

Monet blushed as the young man kissed her knuckles, his lips soft and gentle, as were his own hands grasping hers. Once he let go she grasped her book and listened to his introduction. Hugo Weasley, she was positive she had heard of him before by Albus. He certainly fit the description; she smiled her own dimpled smile toward him. Her red hair catching the wind, and glistening a brighter red when the leaves parted in the tree at the perfect moment. Although, she thought it odd that the rumoured Weasleys were all red-headed, but this boy only had small hints of the colour. Perhaps she was looking too much into it. She laughed at his description of himself, he was certainly entertaining and had a good sense of humour, and it was nice to feel some form of small joy after the day she had. Monet tilted her head and put on a thoughtful expression, Hugo had quite an effect, she felt somewhat sarcastic and playful “I actually wanted to go and sit by the Whomping willow, but it hit a bird, and it blew up… and it was atrocious” she said and bit her lip to try not to laugh, “it was awful” she added shaking her head. Hugo mentioned leaving, and Monet frowned, “Oh no, stay” she said softly, a small smile on her pink lips, “Unless of course you want to leave” she said, giving a light hearted shrug and yet still smiled at him, waiting for his answer. She hoped he wouldn’t leave, it wasn’t often she could make friends without someone introducing her to them and pretty much having someone else build up the relationship. This seemed like an opportunity and quite frankly, she thought he was very sweet company.

He listened to her troubles of what she had seen and he gave her a sympathetic look,"I'm sure the bird will be fine Monet, it happens a lot, I think the birds are spelled to revive after being hit by the WIllow" he said though he wasn't sure it was true, he was just trying to say something to make her feel less scared and traumatized by the situation. He tilted his head back glancing up at the clouds rolling across the sky and he chuckled lightly when he heard her whisper, she wanted him to stay? And the way she said, oh no and told him to stay made him grin, of course he was probably reading more into it than he should have so he shook it off. "I ain't goin anywhere 's long as ya want me hereh" he assured her as he looked to her and smiled again. He looked at her book and raised an eyebrow,"What ya readin?" he asked figuring it best to try and discuss something she seemed to be interested in first, besides he had no other topics of conversation that were popping into his head at the moment. He skimmed his bottom lip with his teeth as he looked her over again, watching the light glimmer across her red hair made him smile more and he reached over brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before he pulled his hand away,"Sorry...you jus' have such loveleh hair..." he muttered a slight grin of embarassement at his own honesty crossing his face.

Monet listened to his words of comfort, she wanted to believe him but from what she saw, the bird had literally exploded. Although she didn’t want to argue with him. So instead, she smiled and nodded, “Thanks” she murmured. This boy was very kind, perhaps a little mislead by her actions, as she read his facial expression to be quite happy about her asking him to stay. She would never say anything hurtful; she wasn’t that type of girl. Even if she was in a situation where someone were shouting verbal abuse at her like they often did, she still would not say anything, patience is a virtue or so she read somewhere. She drilled her fingernails on the face off her book softly, it wasn’t out of impatience or anything else just simple habit. She smiled at him, her lovely white teeth showing as he spoke, then her eyes looked down at her book as he asked about it. She pursed her lips in an ‘o’ shape and then looked back up at him “It’s actually about wand making” she admitted, to her that was her lifetime goal after her injury, “It’s sort of my goal, I need to know about different woods and core’s… You know, that type of stuff.” She said with a quirky smile, it was in that moment that he moved a piece of her hair out of her face. Unsure how to take this onboard, she just smiled and looked down under her eyelashes. Slowly looking back up as he commented her hair, she smiled, reached over and rustled her small hand through his hair “You too” she teased with a wide grin that caused her cheeks to dimple.

He couldn't help but shake his head slightly after she ruffled his hair,"Gotta be careful with that, its a soft spot for meh" he said with a playful wink before he looked at the book again and nodded,"How unique..." he said actually finding it interesting that someone would take an interest in something so different from most people he knew. He adjusted himself, taking his guitar and taking it off of himself, setting it down against the tree slightly, not minding the snow touching it, he had put a spell on it to keep it safe from damages. He licked his lips in thought,"Must be something special to you, its not something you hear every day that someone wants to do, but I bet its fascinating," he said. He glanced to the sky again and flipped his hair from his face again, habit, he could never get rid of. He smiled to himself,"So Miss Monet, what are your plans for the Holidays?" he asked keeping conversation flowing in a different direction now just not wanting to bore her. He glanced at her again before he now pushed a hand up to his hair and ruffled it himself,"Any special plans?" he asked hoping she didn't think him to be nosey or anything, he was simply trying to keep conversation interesting and get to know her a bit more, she seemed like decent company, a possible friend.

"Oh really? I'll keep that in mind" She teased, Monet laughed and looked back down to her book. It was unique, she had never thought about it or noticed. Once he put down his guitar she could tell he was starting to feel far more comfortable around her, this was surprising. She looked around the area once again, lightly moving her fingertips in a soft circle on the top of her book. Once Hugo began to speak again, Monet looked back at him and shrugged, “Well, it’s something I feel is an immortal thing. A wand is what we rely on, and I suppose after my accident in my first year… Its something I feel passionate about.” She said with a soft smile, “In my first year I was doing my flying lesson, and I fell off… Broke my ankle. Sounds abit pathetic, huh?” she said with a small laugh. She felt comfortable enough to tell him, and let’s face it; he wasn’t like the others who would quite often pick on her without a second thought. This auburn girl spent the remainder of her first year being pushed over every second or third day, that’s why her injury got so bad. She thought for a moment in answer to his question, her mother and father were always in danger when she was younger so it was hard for her to ever feel like she wasn’t needed back home. But that is what writing is for, to double check on things, she wanted to stay, whether or not it was because she didn’t want to deal with the stress for atleast one year, she didn’t know. She started to feel guilty about it, she shook the thought, “I think I’ll stay at Hogwarts.” She said thoughtfully, “Normally I go home, but I think it might be ok to stay for once...” she said with a small smile. If he meant special as in Christmas, she was of course excited for that but he potentially meant something else, “Sorry to disappoint… I am abit boring” she said with a small laugh, “I may just study or go to a few of the festivities… What about you?”

He listened and nodded as she spoke but when it came to his plans for Christmas and the holidays he began to remember what a horrible situation it was going to be, he could only imagine how is cousins, the Potters were all going to be miserable, remorseful of their father's death, his uncle. He let a soft sigh escape his lips at this thought and recollection of realization and he began to imagine how he'd show up with his sister and the rest of his family at the Burrow probably and they'd all be miserable, he'd always try and get smiles from them but he couldn't guarantee they'd smile much this year. He cleared his throat realizing he still hadn't answered her question. He ruffled his hair and rubbed the back of his neck after dropping his hand from his mop of hair. "I dunno, I mean part of me thinks your idea sounds a 'ell of a lot better than what I have to look forward to this year," he muttered but realized that still was no real answer to her question,"Normally the whole family gets together and normally we have a blast but uh, its our first Christmas without my Uncle so things probably will be miserable for everyone around me so looks like I'll be surrounded by misery unless I can somehow convince my parents to let me stay here at school...but I'm not sure how fond of that idea they'd be seeing as my uncle was one of their best friends, my parents are gonna be bloody miserable" he muttered wondering if he sounded pathetic. He shrugged and forced a smile,"Nuff about me though" he muttered.