Text Cut: Gareth
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Fira 
Gareth was taking a stroll on the grounds for fresh air purposes. No. Not at all. Not for fresh air purposes. He was living in a dungeon, who needed fresh hair? It was just to have a look around to see what else this school had and, he had to admit, the grounds were kind of impressive with the forest and big lake and whatnot.
He walked in courtyard place in the end, to sit down and enjoy the outdoors. He liked castles. This castle was not bad just the people in it were mostly dumb. He eyed a bench nearby and was walking towards it when he realised something roll and stop right in front of his left foot. The Slytherin stopped in time not to step on it. What was that?
Hmmm. A quill?
He bent down and picked the quill up. Whose quill was that? Well...if nobody was going to scream around about a lost quill, it was so going to be his now. Finders are keepers. Yet still...he looked towards the direction where the quill seemed to having been rolled from and....he saw that girl.
Beverly, was not she ?
He simply eyed her holding the quill between two fingers.
Beverly would have turned her back on that quill and most likely napped right there and then, but when she saw who had found her quill she sat up quickly. Ugh. It was that boy. If she didn't want her quill, now she DID. Pushing off from her spot the Slytherin briskly strode over to her housemate.
"That's my quill," she said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest and shooting him the most unfriendly scowl ever. He deserved it after what he did to her hair.