Originally Posted by nicole black

Justine, as usual, was late.
And though she would have loved to pretend it was someone else's fault, the only person to blame was herself. She'd fallen asleep, right after class she'd gone up to her dorm, laid out all her things on her nice comfy four poster and completely knocked out.

So it was with great haste and little attention to her disheveled appearance that she made had made her way through the castle and was now sprinting (with her long legs Justine was a fast sprinter and she managed to cross the grounds with an incredible quickness), toward the edge of the black lake where Louis Bolton was set to meet her.

At the sight of his lanky form seated on the grass before her, Justine grinned brightly, slowing her pace to more of a fast walk, lest she frighten the boy with her stampede like running. "Louis!" Justine called out, plopping down on the grass next to the boy and taking long, deep breathes to calm her rapidly beating heart. "Bon jour, 'ello," she breathlessly said to the curious little kitten sitting near the Gryffindor boy.

"Vat 'ave ve 'ere?" Justine asked, picking up the kitten in her tanned hands and smiling brightly as it mewled at her.