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Shanners He'd been wrestling with his thoughts for days now, a deathly peculiar circumstance for someone who was typically so easily decided and dedicated to their plans. Two letters sat in his pockets instead of with the people they were addressed to. This was a stressful task -- being honest. How had he gone so long without saying anything to the one person that deserved to hear what he had been up to in secret and behind her back? Oh, what a bad friend he was. What a bad everything he was, honestly. Rooney Bronwyn was nothing short of a terrible human being.
He'd been pacing his way around the grounds for at least an hour so far, and found himself and his feet tapping their way across the wooden bridge, head in his own.
In. Out.
In. Out.
Slow relaxed even breaths. The fresh air, sunshine and the small gentle breeze blowing through her hair. Simple things that made her happy and helped her to relax. It was so easily done just standing out here on the bridge, alone and with nothing but the sounds of nature and her own thoughts.
At least she had been alone. Before the sound of footsteps could be heard drawing nearer. Slowly Hady turned to glance to the side and slight over her left shoulder. A boy. Younger then herself. Rooney. Prefect Rooney. A small smile formed on her lips. He was a nice boy, deserving of badge he wore on his robes. Usually cheerful and pretty upbeat. Only right now he didn't appear so cheerful.
"Hello Prefect Rooney, something got you down this morning?," she greeted following up with the question. She didn't know him to well honestly but sometimes talking to someone who you weren't all that close with was a major plus. It helped you not only clear your head but at times the other person was able to give a prospective that maybe you hadn't been aware of earlier.
Even if Rooney didn't feel like talking it was still the polite thing to do. Greeting him that is.