Originally Posted by MsMorgan

Mariel managed a smile, shrugged, and said,"Sure, why not?" when Nathaniel mentioned a truce. He did seem like a decent person now that they weren't trading snarky remarks. So, conversation... Mariel figured that that would be okay to partake in.

"I love flying," she said with a grin. "I've been doing it my whole life. I had thought about not taking flying lessons. I figured they were more for kids who've never been on a broom, but when I heard Professor Vindictus was teaching it, I knew I had to take it. He's something of a Quidditch idol, you know," she added with a knowing look. "Speaking of, I tried out for my House's Quidditch team this week. Tryouts were really hard though, playing against older kids and ones that have already played on the team. I think I did ok, but I don't know if I'll make the team." Mariel sighed. She really loved Quidditch and would love nothing more than to play on a real team. She paused and gave Nathaniel an appraising look. "Did you try out for Gryffindor? I noticed that you were a fairly decent flier in class... when you weren't busy being arrogant," she added playfully, with a smirk.

"A big deal?" Mariel asked with eyebrows raised. She inwardly groaned as that phrase set off a bit of a warning in her head. Was he now going to spout off about how important his family was because he's related to so-and-so and how she was supposed to be so impressed? She had come across too many kids like that; it seemed like half the school was related to someone they thought was famous or important and they expected everyone around them to bow down before them, or so she thought. Mariel silently prayed that Nathaniel wouldn't now do the same, now that they were having a civil conversation. She might not be in control of her words, if that were the case. Ok, maybe she was reacting a little too quickly and he wouldn't be like that at all. She would just listen to what he had to say first.

Mariel did her best to stifle her chuckling as she spotted Nathaniel checking his hair in the window. Could be as obsessed with his hair as I am about mine? She thought that was pretty funny. She was quickly snapped out of her reverie at the sound of a girl saying 'Hey, Nate.' Oh, she must mean Nathaniel. Mariel looked back over at the boy and subtly shook her head to herself. Nathaniel suited him better, she thought. Nathaniel or Gryffie Boy, not Nate, at least not to her. She figured he must not have heard her since they were talking. "Um... friend of yours?" she asked, subtly gesturing to the young girl behind them.