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Steelsheen Out from the corner of his eye he spots two younguns from school. "Kurumi! Treyen!" he called out as he walked over to them. "You friends with Jake too? Cool! Like who doesnt he know huh?" he chuckled. He peers down the cookies Kurumi brought with her and grinned "More awesome baking from your non-magical oven?" he winked.
Those looked good with something... cool. Like ice cream. Or for his case, a decidedly less sweet sherbet.
He turned just in time to cross arms with another girl. It was the young Ravenclaw red-head from the Tri-Wizard Tournament "Hey there...." he started then trailed off. Typical of him to forget her name. Or forget to get it most likely. "You were at the Tri-Wizard stands right?... on the second task when Fletcher came out pint sized?" He gestured to himself "Salander. Sorry I dont think I was able to get your name with our small problem going on then."
Ahh. Well, this certainly saved
her the trouble of finding someone to talk to.
Ellie smiled at the older kid.
"Hey." "Yes." she was the one from the task. Heh. Poor Fletcher. 'Least he's all better now.
"And History of Magic. That one lesson." When they were in groups.
Salander. Got it.
"I'm Ellie. Nice to get your name. Finally." GRIN.
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Lockhartian ACTUALLY...How did Ellie know Jake?
"Ellie!" he said, as he gestured for her dancing professors to come closer. Salander seemed to know her too. From the Stands? Like, when Ellie supported Raiden instead of Sir Fletcher the Awesome?
Frown.
Ellie was the smart one, she should've been supporting Fletcher from the start. Just like he...didn't do. But, never mind, "What--" are you doing here??? "How's your summer going?" he smiled, that was a better question, no?
"Ah. Hey!" Ellie obeyed the beckoning and moved closer to Treyen, giving him a hug. He was a cool cat. She decided she could do that now.
Her summer?
"It was great. Got back up in the air." Which was horrible the first few weeks. It's amazing what a school term's worth of barely flying could do to you. Her legs and arms were constantly sore. But that had faded by now.
"How was yours?" He was going to go to Italy, wasn't he?