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ChanceCoeur 
Diet was important to Noelle. Well, her diet. It used to not be. She used to eat whenever she felt like it and then it was usually something sweet or fried. But since she started her animagus training, and Professor Stewart told her she needed to mind her diet and exercise for an easier change, that's what she was doing.
Today was no different. After finishing her meal, Noelle wiped her mouth and headed out of the Great Hall. She was to report to patrols soon, but had a little bit of time before she needed to do that. She headed down the corridor when something... or rather someone caught her eye.
The infamous, Kyle Baker.
Curious, Noelle went to stand by him. She glanced at the hourglasses a moment. A few different questions rose in her mind. Some being more friendly than others. Others were curious that she was sure others wanted to know. Instead, she blurted out, "Do you think you could win the competition?"
Which was rude... because she didn't say hi or acknowledge her existence to him. And they had briefly met once so it was probably weird her coming up to him and blurting that out. "Oh. Um.. yeah hold on. Hi, Im Noelle Summers. So, do you think you could win the competition? Against Levi? Or Brent? or even your own classmate Gray?"
Was that a little better? Probably not.
What with the students and staff of both Hogwarts
and Ilvermorny all residing in and around the Hogwarts castle - and with neither of those schools having a particularly
small population respectively - encountering other people was not a matter of 'if', but 'when'. Kyle couldn't have been stood in front of the hourglasses for very long at all before someone else had appeared beside him.
Not looking round just yet, Kyle debated with himself as to whether or not he should try to strike up a conversation. Usually he avoided all of that; not because he didn't want to befriend others, but because he wasn't very good at it. 'Awkward' wasn't exactly the right word, it was more that Kyle knew he had a general air of disinterest about him, a vibe others seemed to get from his usually dour presentation. It could be tricky territory, and the harder he actually tried to get on with other kids, the harder he failed at it.
Kyle was still thinking - and, naturally, overthinking - on the matter, when it was sort of taken out of his hands completely. He blinked in surprise at the question and turned to face the speaker, a very familiar girl around his own age with robes accented in red. Gryffindor.
He was about to open his mouth to answer, but the girl got there first and seemed to backtrack. Sort of. Except not at all, seeing as the point of what she was saying was still the same. Kyle waited until she was done - like, for real this time - before he finally replied.
"Kyle." His name, not his answer. Obviously.
"Well... I mean, it's within the realm of possibility. I could win. Doesn't mean I will, but I could. Any of us could." He looked back at the hourglasses once more, at the Gryffindor one. They really were way out in front and, in stark contrast to his own house, it didn't appear that that was likely to change so late in the term. Turning his attention back to Noelle Summers again, Kyle added.
"I intend to try, at least."