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sweetpinkpixie 
Kurumi closed her eye for a moment and just let her senses take everything it. It was something her mother used to do whenever they went to the mountain side hot spring back in Niigata. She would just stand by the side of it, her robe still wrapped tightly around her, and close her eyes in what Kurumi had assumed was some sort of peaceful meditation. It had always been interrupted by her brothers who all but canon balled into the warm waters, but it was one of the few times where the Gryffindor had seen her mother genuinely happy.
Kurumi had seemed to find that quiet place when she heard some one speak...to her? She peeked out from the corner of her right eye to see a boy... definitely talking to her. "Hmmm? Oh, not scared really. I'm just not prepared to go in," she replied, deciding to sit down on the water's edge and slip her bare feet into it. The water felt...really good. Lewis had been right. Getting out of the castle HAD been a great idea.
"I'm Kurumi, by the way," she said with a small bow of the head. She recognized the boy somewhat, mostly because she knew West and he had appeared in a part of the yearbook she was working on earlier. "You're...Theo, right?"
Theodore whipped his hands out from the springs and flicked them about to a dry-ish state. He went to grab something from his bag, then realized that he had forgotten it. WHAT? He always remembered his bag. He eyed the hot springs, and made a thoughtful face. Was this water drinkable?
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Really? Oh... but you could go in... and just magic your clothes all dry afterwards." That would be fun. An older lady like herself, surely would know the cool kind of magic. Theo would do that, too, IF he could magic himself the ability to swim as well. Oh well, wizards can't do EVERYTHING, you know.
Second year wizards certainly couldn't. Le pout.
Kurumi, huh? Hmmmmmmm..... "
Oh, okay... aren't you a prefect?" Well, he wasn't sure about this term but he was pretty sure she was last term. Umm, what? "
I, umm... yes I am. How do you know my name?" He asked rather quickly. Cos if he had another stalker, he'd much like to know about it. So he could document it and send it off to the Daily Prophet. They'd help him out, right? Give him some sort of perfume to swat away creepy stalkers.