I'm just fond of the floor ((Nattie))

[dana]

Dana stopped before the grand doors leading inside Hogwarts and jumped on spot a couple of times as well as stomping her feet for a moment to get rid of excessive snow on her boots. Sure, the practice she had had at fencing today had been long and more difficult than Dana was used to because Gareth had fenced with her himself. It realyl made Dana admire the older man as to how he was able to fence so well even with one of his leges cut of so he alwyas had to relie on his cane. Then again – hard at practice, easy at war like the saying went. Not that Dana was planning on going to war, especially not so with a sword... but maybe competing one day might be something to think about if she continued to practice properly. But fencing had just felt so right to Dana from the minute she laid eyes on the sword. Or rather from the moment she had picked one up.

Pulling the heavy doors open with little trouble as her boots were slippery and stepped. Peeking around curiously Dana let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding at no sight of Filch. She most certainly didn’t want to face him now, when her legs were rather cold. Maybe walking through snow from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts in only a pair of thin silk pants had been a bit silly idea, but it had sounded great when Dana had set off from fencing lesson. So now Dana half-jogged through the hallways pulling her cloak off as she moved having already stuffed her hat and gloves into her pockets. Maybe she could get into the kitchens and melt there with a cup of hot chocolate before Filch caught her? Dana grinned and slipped on the floor almost ending up on her back on the floor just before the door to the kitchens. Yelping loudly Dana windmilled her arms in the air for a few moments and managed to end up with just falling on her behind onto the hard floor. Groaning quietly and rubbing her behind Dana climbed onto her feet and made a mental note to try and take things a bit slower as she tickled the pear and entered the kitchens.

„Could you perhaps take these to my dormitory?“ Dana asked with a slight smile from one of the house-elves as she handed the squeeky creature her cloak watching how the houseelf disappeared from sight to somewhere behind a door. „Cappuccino please. And apple pie,“ Dana replied to an other house-elf in reply to the question what she would wish to have while dragging off the white male silk-blouse. Dana had taken to wearing a white male-cut silk-blouse and a tank-top under it, a very wide leather belt and black silk-pants to fencing practices. Dramatic – yes. But while Dana usually preferred to follow her head, she had a soft spot for such kind of flashy details from time to time. But as Gareth refused to fence with anything else than real sharp blades, then the blouse was shredded to the extent where no repairs. „This belongs to garbage most likely,“Dana told while handing the shirt over before making her way over to the seats int he kitchen, not caring if she looked funny right now with half-fancy pants, casual white tank-top and a thick scarf wrapped around her scarf. She just wanted to relax and melt a little before she could hopefully go and soak her sore muscles in a bath.

Dreaming of a bubble-bath already Dana wasn’t overly watchful where she was going though which ended up her stumbling on someone’s feet and this time actually ending flat on her back with a loud yelp. Closing her eyes Dana groaned lightly rubbing the back of her head as she decided that the best course of action might be to stay down for a moment Opening one eyes Dana glanced at the boy onto whose legs she had stumbled. He appeared a bit younger than she herself was and he most definitely wasn’t a Ravenclaw, that much Dana knew as she offered a weak grin to the boy: „I wasn’t really watching where I was going. Again. You don’t mind if I lay here for a few moments, do you? I'm just rather fond of this floor. Hard cover was supposed to be good for one's back after all.“

[nathaniel]

Nathaniel rounded a corner, sighing. It had just been one of those days. One of those days when he had had a very hard time getting up in the morning. One of those days when he simply felt like crap. One of those days when he didn't feel like doing anything. Nathaniel had tried reading for while - didn't help, let alone keep his muse up for a while. He had honestly tried everything from attempting to fly a broomstick out on the Quidditch field, to reading in front of the fire, in the common room. None of this really seemed to keep up his interest - which was usally fairly easy to do... just not today.

Nathaniel groaned as he looked down to his stomach, which was admitting strange noises - he was hungry, yes. The boy had slept right through lunch (due to being overly tired from staying up until 3 o'clock a.m. the night before). Nathaniel pondered for a moment, and shrugged as he began to make his way toward the kitchens. He was quite sure that the house elves could whip up a quick snack for him. Nathaniel nodded at the thought, as he arrived at the giant painting of a fruit bowl. Nathaniel reached out his hand and stroked the pear, suppressing a giggle from the green-ish fruit. Nathaniel grinned and chuckled a bit to himself - he could never help but do that, even if he wasn't in the brightest mood. The pear giggled crazily for a couple more moments, until the portrait finally swung open, revealing a rather large kitchen with house elves whizzing by every which way.

Nathaniel stepped through the small opening, making his way to a blue colored house elf that didn't look very busy. "Excuse me," he started politely, tapping the elf on the shoulder. The poor creature was quite startled and jumped almost two inches off of the floor. Nathaniel quirked an eyebrow at the trembling figure and grinned. "Sorry mate, didn't mean to startle you there. I was just wondering - if you weren't too busy... if I could have a sandwich of some sort?" The elf nodded, scurrying off immediately. Nathaniel chuckled to himself as he made his way to a small table.

A few short moments later, the elf was back with a gourmet turkey sandwich, which Nathaniel took thankfully and quickly started munching down on. Just then, the boy heard the portrait hole open and heard faint footsteps and a voice. Nathaniel - being the curious fellow that he was - stood up from the table that he was currently occupying, and peered around the corner. He stepped around the corner and was utterly startled by a girl falling onto his legs. Nathaniel eyed the girl curiously, quirking a joking eyebrow. He didn't exactly know the girl, but he recognized her a bit from Quidditch games... Ravenclaw, he was quite sure was the girl's house. Nathaniel grinned down at the girl - after eating a bit, he had lost a lot of his crappy feeling. "Perfectly alright," he began. "Wasn't really paying attention myself, I suppose. You can stay there as long as you'd like." he assured her, as he gently slipped his feet out from underneath the girl. "A bit of an odd way to meet," he chuckled. "The name's Nathaniel - Nathaniel Benson. Hufflepuff... fourth year, by the way." he added with a short nod.

((Terribly sorry for the delay in this. Meh, crappy is how Nattie's feeling - yup. Couldn't find any other word to describe it... so please excuse my bad vocabulary. ))

[dana]

The collision between the floor and Dana’s behind had been won by the floor as her behind most likely was hurt more in it. But now that she had been laying on the floor for a little while she rather enjoyed the possibility to stretch out of a smooth cover. Must do fabulous things for her posture as well. Except for the edge of her sword pushing into her side. Dana shifted her hands to her waist clipping the sheath that held her sword loose from her waist with ease already. Some people might think that buying a sword – that cost 200 galleons none the less – before even the first fencing practice was a complete waste of money. But luckily Dana could afford it rather easily. Besides the sword was great and by now she was already going to fencing practice in Hogsmeade thrice a week. She was drawn to fencing in a way she was drawn and attached to a very few other things. Books. Dancing. Kris. Maybe those things could compete.

Noticing that she had been spacing off a bit Dana yawned and pulled herself to sit up letting her mind rewind to recall the words the boy had told her. “It’s a pleasure. Dana Coran. Ravenclaw and a sixth year. And as I said I’m fond of this floor. This is just our regular meeting even though we don’t usually share are bond with others. Steve is just a bit shy,” Dana replied easily patting the floor next to her almost fondly making it clear that the floor was named Steve, “We have had some long heart-to-heart conversations with Bob. He’s always here to listen as well as he has time to listen and therefore the perfect companion, don’t you think? I just wish he was a bit more outgoing at times. But what can I do? He has to get over his shyness himself. Can’t really pressure him into something.” Dana grinned with some amusement idly wondering how weird the boy would think she was. But well, falling flat on one’s back at first meeting wasn’t very fun. Especially if it was you that fell. So instead of awkward moments Dana would much prefer laughter. He didn’t get the option to spin any more stories about Bob’s personality though before an house-elf approached them.

“Ah, food!” Dana stated happily hopping up from the floor and seating herself comfortably at the table nodding her thanks to the house-elf for bringing her things. Placing her sword gently next to herself Dana picked up a fork and waved it warningly towards Nathaniel, “And no, I do not share my food. My stomach happens to be named Bob and sometimes I think that there is a very mean sailor hiding in there. So you better stay away form my pie with good.” Dana grinned just a bit wickedly at Nattie before picking up her cup of steaming cappuccino and carefully taking a sip of the caffeine goody while waiting with some personal amusement to here what the boy had to say about such an introduction or how he would even react.