Oh, hello (Spencer)

[niki]

Clothes were being thrown throughout Nicolette's dorm. She was just going to the grounds for writing, but that didn't matter to her. She wasn't a picky clothes person. Niki just knew what she liked. Her aunt had taken out almost her entire white wardrobe and replaced it with a colorful one at the beginning of the year. Niki was so used to her white shirt and sophie shorts, that she didn't know how to handle sequin shirts and tight jeans. She wasn't a shy person, but she liked her wardrobe to show she was. Niki wanted people to like her for her and not her clothes. She wanted them to see the true crazy Niki without thinking about the outside. That was Niki for you. She was a bright girl. Helen always told her she got it from her mother, but Niki didn't know if that was entirely true. She had never met her father. Niki had been trying to drag information about him out of Helen, but it didn't work. Clothes were still flying throughout out the room. Niki finally surrendered and gave out a small sigh as she plopped her self on her bed.

A few minutes, Niki was leaving the common room in a yellow button down casual shirt and not too tight jeans. The outfit was as bad as the other thing in her wardrobe and Niki was glad she picked it. Her hair was in it's usual pony tail and her make-up was light beiges. Niki liked her usual dress. It was light and airy, just like Niki herself. Niki smiled as she walked through the corridors. She was hardly ever seen without one. Niki was nice, sweet, and crazy. But, the crazy part of her was only shown when she knew the person. Niki was constantly pulling down her shirt as she walked into the grounds. She pulled her cream messenger bag in front of her face as she continued to walk. Niki pulled out some parchment, ink, and a quill as she found a spot right next to the lake. She smiled as her gaze met the misty mountains around her and she started to write. Niki was a writer. She wrote poems, stories, and had even started a book. But, at that moment she was writing a poem. Niki was so absorbed in her work that she didn't hear someone approach her.

[sweetspence0365]

I feel stupid, but I know it won't last for long. I've been guessing, but I could have been guessing wrong. You don't know me now. I kinda thought you should somehow. Does that whole mad season got ya down? Spencer tapped her finger on her desk as the music floated around her wonderfully. Her favourite band, Matchbox Twenty, always got her into a mood for creativity. Well, she didn't exactly need creativity at the moment - but she was doing it to stall from doing her homework. She would much rather draw or something rather than write a stupid essay on potions. I feel stupid, but it's something that comes and goes. I've been changing, I think it's funny how no one knows. We don't talk about the little things that we do without. When that whole mad season comes around.

"So why you gotta stand there, looking like the answer now? It seems to me you'd come around, I need you now. Do you think you can cope? Figure me out, I'm a child and I'm hopeless. I'm bleeding and broken, though I've never spoken. I come undone in this mad season." Spencer sang along with it as she picked up her quill and began writing words on the parchment. She was one step closer to finishing the essay. What part did she have done? Her name and the title. Oh yeah! Score! Spencer rolled her eyes as she set the quill back in the ink pot. How was she supposed to write her essay when she would much rather be doing something else? Of course, she would finish the essay by tonight - considering it was due the next day, but what was wrong with a small break out to the grounds? Of course not!

Spencer waved her wand, and the music ceased. She then grabbed her sweatshirt, put it on - and left the dormitories. She quickly ducked out of the common room - as to not be stopped by anyone, and found herself nearly sprinting through the corridors to the entrance hall where the doors stood grandly in front of her. She pushed them open, and then quickly made her way down to the lake. Maybe she could start a fire and roast marshmellows. That sounded like a good idea. Spencer grinned and made her way to a spot that was usually secluded. It wasn't tonight. Another girl sat, writing. Spencer tucked her hair behind her ear, and slowed her pace as she approached her; "Pretty isn't it?" She asked, referring to the landscape around them.

[niki]

Niki froze as someone spoke to her. She was so into her writing she didn't notice someone walk up to her. Niki turned so fast she fell over. "Ahhh." She wailed. Niki then lifted herself up and brushed off the grass on her shirt. She then leaned over and picked up her parchment. "Uhh, sorry I make bad first impressions." She laughed. It was true, Niki was terrible with first impressions. One time, she accidentally spilled pumpkin juice on someone. It stained his whole shirt, but he didn't become upset because Niki was quick with a charm. She was rather jumpy also. Niki would knock things over with a simple hello. But, that was Niki for you. She was a bit over dramatic and a little clumsy but she was who she was. Niki had always loved her personality and willingness to do things for others. She wished she would always be that way.

Niki quickly adjusted her pony tail and looked at the girl. Niki hadn't met her before, but her face was familiar. She seemed a year or so younger than Niki and she defiantly wasn't a Hufflepuff. Niki knew almost all of them because she was so social. She had many friends and talked to them none stop. Niki was a little chatter box if you really knew her. Helen had always told her to share her feeling so that's what she did. Niki always said what was on her mind no matter what. She was like that. She often felt guilty if she didn't spill her guts because she viewed it as lying. Niki over analyzed things, but that was the way she was.

"Hi, I'm Niki." She said thoughtfully. She hoped the girl wouldn't think she was crazy or something. Sometimes Niki came off that way. "What's your name?" Niki asked. The girl didn't seem like the Slytherin type by the comment she made. So, Niki assumed she was either a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor, she didn't really know. She smiled at her earlier comment. "Yea, it is. They are so majestic and they seem forgotten." She said smiling at the mountains. "But, that's why they are beautiful." She continued. Niki sort of jerked her head at her comment. She did sound kind of odd calling mountains beautiful. "I'm a writer. I was just writing some poetry." She explained. Niki also often wondered if people thought of her as a chatterbox as she did herself. She would never know, but she wished she did. As I said, Niki always over analyzed things.