Ahh The Outdoors! (Anyone)

[tristen]

Tristen woke a little late. It wasn't like he was in that big of a rush anyway. It was Saturday, and he liked to sleep in on the weekends. He was more relaxed when he got his rest. He rose from his bed wearily. All his roomates were already up and about. Tristen just yawned, and got out of his bed. As he stood up he noticed something rubbing against his leg. It was his cat Scruffs. He had Scruffs ever since he was a young first year excited to begin the long years ahead at Hogwarts. Tristen smiled, and bent down to pet his crazy cat. Scruffs was kind of an antention proned cat. Tristen stood back up straight, and walked toward the dresser. He opened up a drawer, and grabbed a navy blue shirt, and slipped it on.

He opened another drawer, and slipped on some of his jeans, grabbed some tennis shoes, and walked over to where he had sat his books. Tristen looked down at the pile of different books. He grabbed his library book, and journal then headed down his common room stair to the Great Hall. As he arrived at the great hall he saw lots of people already in there eating breakfast. He just smiled, and walked over to get some of the food. After he ate, he headed outside to the Courtyard. He loved the Courtyard. It was so magnificent, yet mysterious at the same time. You never know what all could have happened out there. Tristen walked over to a bench, and sat down. He opened his journal, and began writing down some random thoughts.

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack was back in Hogwarts, sleeping soundly on his bed. Just being back in the large castle made Jack feel much happier. I mean, who would miss Rendel manor anyway? The dungeons weren't what you could call comfortable, but they were enough for Jack to catch up on his sleep. Especially in January, where the gray clouds moved in and snow settled in thick layers. January - one of the worst months of the year, possibly. All those extra blankets that were needed and all the bundling up in warm clothes. Just annoying, that's all. Jack always hated it on mornings like this, where the first thing you noticed after pulling back the covers was the cold. Rubbing his arms as the chilly air bit at him, Jack rolled off the bed. His dorm was empty, probably because it was ten o'clock in the morning. Jack almost never slept in this late.

With an odd grumbling noise, he stumbled over to his dresser and mirror, although the mirror remained ignored. His looks were never fully scrutinized. He didn't need it. With a yawn, Jack took out the clothes he was wearing today and changed into them, barely paying attention to how he was putting them on. After all, he had lived fourteen years now; he should know how to put on clothes without looking. With a sigh, he grabbed his coat as well, just because it was January. And January meant it was cold, freezing, bitter. Jacket weather. Finally, he took a glance at his looks, but didn't stop anyway to fix anything. Today, as Jack strolled down the halls, today there was nothing to do. He would eat breakfast, walk around the corridors aimlessly for a while, perhaps pick on a few unsuspecting mudbloods. It was the usual schedule and it never seemed to tire. Jack went into the Great Hall for the small breakfast he had decided to eat and took his long while munching on it. When he was full to his content, Jack slid off the bench and was going to do his little walk, when he decided to change his course.

The Courtyard wasn't exactly Jack's favorite place to hang around, but this morning it had called to him. With a strangled shrug, Jack managed his way out there, grimacing as the cold greeted him. Everyone who was no one was there, which pretty much pointed out the mudbloods and half-bloods. Jack wasn't keen on spending much time there, especially as the cool breeze whipped across his face. Who would want to stay out here? The answer soon came to him as about four people were sitting around. Two of them looked very cold, and the other two didn't seem to care. Jack stood there with an deciding look on his face. With a shrug to pull his coat farther over his shoulders, Jack sauntered over to where the fourth boy was all alone and writing something. "Aren't you cold?" Jack asked, with a raised eyebrow as he sat on a bench that was facing the boy.

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[tristen]

"Quite.." Replied Tristen nicely. He turned to see who he was talking to. To his surprise it was a Slytherin. His name was Jack Rendel. Tristen had seen him around several times before. Tristen looked back at his writing, re-reading it like he always did. He didn't feel much very conversational, but he decided to get his face out of his notebook, and talk to Jack, or at least try. Tristen stood up, while he close his book with one hand. He pulled his jacket in tighter. He was quite cold. Yet, he loved winter. He loved the scenery. It reminded him of home. When their lake would freeze, and there were snow covered trees. Tristen smiled just thinking about home. He missed his family greatly, and couldn't wait to see his little brother.

His brother Parker is only but three years old. Tristen loved when he would get owls from his home. His mother would tell him about how little Parker would always ask, "Wheres brodder?" Lets just say he couldn't speak that clearly yet. Parker had however started speaking really young. Younger than most other toddlers. He just had to clear up his words, make them more understandable. Tristen smiled. Then he realized he should probably stop smiling idly at nothing.

[Jack Rendel S5]

"Quite?" Jack raised an eyebrow at the boy. Quite? Wasn't that a little fancy word for someone like them? Possibly a Ravenclaw, and if not that, a Gryffindor. Hufflepuffs wouldn't even know how to say such a word, and it's meaning. "That's a surprising choice of word, quite. Couldn't you have just said 'yes?' Or... 'a little bit?'" Jack raised his eyebrow higher, and thinned out his mouth some as another cold breeze washed over them. As the boy started smiling at completely nothing, Jack had to wonder where he had grown up all his life. A normal house or St. Mungos.... With a smirk, Jack watched as the boy continued to smile like a lunatic.

"Ever been to St. Mungo's?" Jack asked with his usual blunt fashion. "I mean - I've heard they can put people in a ward for smiling like that, most certainly the way you're doing it. If you haven't been there, I suggest you go get a check-up." Jack sneered, pushing away a few annoying thoughts on the matter in his mind. Jack watched as the notebook the boy had been writing in was closed and put in his bag. "Oh - is that your diary? I'm so sorry for disturbing you then with.... intimate writing." Jack snickered and pulled his jacket closer around him. "Otherwise, would you care to give me a look at it. I always take an... ah... interest, in other... 'people's' writing." Jack sat back on the bench, waiting with a smirk on his lips.

[tristen]

Tristen watched as the boy questioned his choice of words. He didn't know it was that big of a deal or anything, he often used that word. "Quite" Tristen thought to himself. At least it made since. "Oh, I forgot Tristen Cortson Gryffindor fifth year.." Tristen said, remembering her hadn't introduced himself yet. "I suppose I could've just said yes, but I don't see why it matters really. Tristen looked around, he loved being out in the Courtyard. Tristen crossed his arms at the chilly breezes that were passing them, it was quite cold today. Tristen looked back over to Jack as he continued to talk. "No.." Tristen asked raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Uhh, should I have..?" He asked. Then he heard the rest of Jacks statement. "Oh, sorry.." "I was thinking about home." "I tend to smile idly when thinking of my family and such.." Tristen laughed a bit, he must've been looking like a maniac. "oh, and no thats not my diary.. Its a journal." Tristen said ignoring the boys idiotic remark. "Uh, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." All Tristen ever wrote in there was thoughts, and poetry. He got out his journal, and held it out gesturing for Jack to take it.