Be My Escape ((Justin))

[Heather Foster]

((OOC- *sticks tongue out at Mary* I just love the song, Be My Escape by Relient K, and sounded like a perfect title for this post. ))

Heather sat in her favorite chair by the fire in the Hufflepuff common room. Her legs were tucked under her as a book on charms was opened on the table in front of her. A tan colored piece of parchment with writing on it, next to the textbook. Flipping the page of the book, Heather twirled the quill around between her thumb and pointer finger. She could feel the soft touch of the feather brush slightly over her hand. Heather stared at the woods on the page not really reading. She would rather spend her free period with friends, than doing homework. Sighing, she tried to concentrate on the page, making herself work. How could she finish this essay if she didn't read and write? Heather wasn't going to put the essay off into the last possible moment. She didn't have the strength for a all nighter this week. Heather was still trying to get back into the swing of things. Winter vacation was over and now everybody was back at Hogwarts. Her Christmas was just as it always had been. Spending Christmas morning with her mother and her new boyfriend, than going over to her father's for dinner. Only Cameron was there for Christmas from a week off from College in Oxford. Alec couldn't come back home in Manchester, because he was still taking a course over in the United States. Heather hated not having him there for the holidays. She was supposed to wrestle with him to show him that she could still pin him. But that would have to wait until next year.

The fire started to crackle beside her, as she let her mind wonder from the events that happened over Holiday Break. The book still lay open on the table unread and the quill still being twirled in her hands. “I should be working on this essay…” she whispered to her self, repositioning her seat in the arm chair. Her long legs outstretched in front of her, as she stretched her whole body. Heather let out a loud yawn as she looked around the common room. There were only a few students working, everyone one else was still in class. How long had she been working? Glancing up at the old grandfather clock that stood in front of the common room she read the time to herself sighing lightly. It was late in the afternoon, and she had been working on the essay for about an hour, maybe forty five minutes. Deciding it was time to take a break, Heather closed the charms textbook, slipping it into her shoulder bag. Rolling the piece of parchment up, and tying it with a yellow ribbon, she put the paper in her bag along with other supplies she needed for classes. Slipping the shoulder bag strap over her shoulder, she quickly jogged up the stairs and into the seventh year girl’s dorm. The room was empty, and clothes scattered everywhere. Walking over to the night table next to the four poster bed, she grabbed her camera and left the dorm room. She could probably take some pictures of the snowy courtyard before everybody was let out of class.

Tucking some of her dirty blond hair behind her ear, Heather hurried down the moving staircases. Jumping over a trap step, she finally reached the main hallway where Charms, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes classrooms were. Heather smiled to herself, fiddling around with the end of her camera strap. It was a habit of hers to do when she felt out of place or alone. Smoothing out her black skirt of wrinkles, Heather continued to walk down the corridor. She was still wearing her Hogwarts uniform, with her Hufflepuff crest on the front. Heather didn’t bother to change into her comfortable muggle clothing after Charms, which was her last class of the day. Adjusting the strap on her shoulder so that it was positioned more comfortably, Heather jumped slightly as students began to pile out of the classroom doors. Great. Her idea of taking pictures of the courtyard was starched off the list of things to do today. Weaving her way through the mobs of people, Heather felt someone bumped into her rather hard. Her shoulder bag than slipped off her shoulder and everything that was inside spilled out. The force of people walking by caused he papers to fly everywhere. “Hey!” she shouted angrily at the boy as he didn’t even say sorry but continued to walk away. Mumbling something under her breath, she bent down to gather her stuff alone. Why wouldn’t anybody help her?

[Justin Finch-Fletchley]

Justin trudged in from outside, before seeing he was treading snow everywhere. Not wanting to be the victim of one of those Medusa stares of Mrs Norris (really, whoever had poisoned that cat had done everyone a favour, save for getting the school caretaker more surly than ever) or the wrath of Filch, who liked seventh year students little better than those further down the school, Justin made his way back to the front door to get the icy snow off properly. Leaving pools of slowly melting water was hardly the most considerate thing to do, and Filch seemed to have loosened his grip on contraband recently and instead was focusing on those 'fouling' the school. Justin was keen not to be caught erring; he had better things to do with his time nowadays than wasting it in fruitless detention. Like homework, the ever popular spending time with friends, and as a sidethought, Quidditch. Their captain was rather keen.

Justin wasn't entirely sure what his parents' view of his flying around on a broomstick was, although he could imagine with great amusement the looks on his neighbours' faces were they to find out. He would just have to find some pictures of good-looking Quidditch players to melt their hearts away. Perhaps become a famed player himself - he'd matured into quite a good-looking young fellow, or so he was always hearing tell from various relatives he only saw once every two years. He'd never noticed any evidence to contradict that statement, but perhaps he wouldn't become the most renowned Quidditch player of the century. He was not what you would call prodigiously talented; he played for fun and a break from routine. Just as every young man should leisurely pursue some sport or another. Better than rugby, for sure - he had high hopes of his teeth remaining intact. Though that said, perhaps it would be better if he didn't draw it too much to his parents' attention that he spent a good amount of time flying about in the air.

Justin rubbed his cold nose ruefully as he made his way through the corridors to the library to retrieve a copy of the book he needed before every other so-and-so in the year had contrived to take the last one. His nose was completely numb, so it was well to check it was still there. NEWTs Herbology classes were a chance to extend your knowledge beyond the common curriculum taught in earlier years, so they had of course spent the majority of the lesson carefully cocooning some odd plant in bubblewrap before staggering through the snow with the ridiculously heavy pots (apparently they weren't allowed to use Featherweight charms on them; probably to make them suffer more than anything else) to another greenhouse. Menial work freshened the mind and stimulated the senses.

He allowed his mind to continue to privately mock authority to a small extent as he made his way through the corridors, which were getting gradually busier and more difficult to navigate as students poured out of their last lessons of the day. While he felt sufficiently unthreatened now in the corridors to be able to lose himself in his own thoughts (unlike that year when he had been Petrified by the Basilisk), he frowned as he saw a boy bump into a girl, cause her possessions to scatter everyone to be trampled on by the other users of the corridor and walk off without batting an eyelid. That was not good manners. And the girl was even someone from his own house and year- Heather Foster. He didn't know her particularly well, although of course you had got to know at least the name of every person in your house and year by the time you had reached seventh year. He made his way over as quickly as he could, largely disregarding his father's instructions as regarded 'gentlemanly haste'. To the rescue! Fair damsel in distress!

"I say, I've a good mind to go and tell that chap just what I think of him now." he puffed indignantly once he had managed to battle his way through the crowd. "Not about being a bumbling fool... anyone can be a bumbling fool and get away with it. But more for the total disregard to helping you!" He gave Heather a broad smile to show that although he wasn't exactly impressed with the other chap, he wasn't too fussed. "However, I will be so bold as to observe that my services might be better deployed here." With that, Justin used a charm to gather all the books together into a disorderly pile, and picked them all up one by one into an order slightly less in disarray so Heather could put them back into her bag. The book on the top, blue with something that looked like dolphins decorating it, lay open, and as he waited to be allieviated from the pile of books, he read out a particular handwritten line which had caught his eye:
" ' I wish I could go swimming. But I'm not dumb enough to wear a bathing suit in -5 degree weather and swim in almost frozen water.' " Justin pondered the setence, the fact he was thinking evident on his face, although it didn't take him too long to deduce this must be a diary. "Ah." he said. "I must avert my eyes if this is a diary - to read anything so private would be a terrible act." He did so, and then added slightly mischieviously, "I'm frightfully relieved to hear you are not nonsensical though; pneumonia isn't anything worth having as far as I've heard."

[Heather Foster]

Heather stared at the books shattered in a large pile on the flour. Some pieces of parchment fell out of it's rightful places in the textbooks and all the organization Heather had was gone. One by one, groups of students kept walking by making sure not to step on anything, but not willing to help. Sighing Heather went to her knees, grumbling words under her breath quietly. Just as she began to pull the books into a big pile a familiar voice was calling to her. Looking up from the mess, a small smile crossed her lips as Justin used a simple charm which made all the books come together in a unorganized pile. "Well that 'bumbling fool' was just being a typical boy. See, a girl would of helped if anything like this happened, well some would, but boys would just ignore you and continue their own way. But you Justin are such a gentlemen." Heather said while he collected the pile in his arms. She didn't know Justin very well, only that he was friends with Hannah, Susan, and Ernie, and was a seventh year as well.

Tucking a couple strands of her blond hair behind her right ear, Heather opened up her shoulder bag so it could be ready for everything to return back to it. Soon Justin was quoting something that sounded quite familiar. Tilting her head to left slightly, Heather eyed Justin as he continued. Why did those words sound so familiar? Oh no, admittedly Heather's blue eyes grew wide and she quietly snatched the book up from the top of the pile as Justin continued on. "Well, at least you know not to read a girl's most private thoughts and inner desires I really need to learn to keep this thing in the dorm room and not in my shoulder bag. Note to self, put a lock on it so Justin can't read it again." Heather teased with a mischievous smile while putting the dolphin diary in a small pocket in the front of the shoulder bag. "Pneumonia is just one of the fears that I have for swimming in such cold water. I'm more afraid of turning into an human ice sculpture." As Heather spoke she began to take one book at a time from the pile and into her shoulder bag. It was nice to have some company after being locked in the common room for nearly an hour without any company.

Slowly, Heather began to put the books Justin was holding into her shoulder bag. Each piece of parchment that was left opened; she skimmed over the writing finding out which textbook it belonged too. If she took notes in charm it would go in the Charm textbook. Once everything was organized Heather closed the clasped on the shoulder bag, adjusting the strap so it rested more securely on her shoulder. Heather felt like she was forgetting something. Looking around the area where everything had spilled out, she saw a camera in the far corner of the hallway. Quickly giving Justin a glance she spoke in a rather hastily way, "Wait here, I have to go get my camera." Making her way through the crowds of students, Heather finally made it toward where the camera laid on the ground untouched.

Picking the camera off from the ground carefully she looked in the direction where Justin was. He still stood there. Hmm..he didn't leave like she thought her would, but then again, Heather didn't know Justin very well. Tilting her head to the left slightly, Heather made her way back over toward the boy, examining the camera. There appeared to be nothing wrong with it, but she wasn't quite sure of that. Taking the long black strap, she pulled it over her head still holding it. Once Heather was right in front of Justin, she sent him another sweet smile while bringing the camera up to her face. "Say Cheese Justin." Heather said a smile still on her lips as she took a picture of him. Letting the camera rest on her chest Heather continued, "That shall be a wonderful picture. If you want a copy just ask next time you see me. Thanks for helping me pick up all my things. As you seem to know already I'm Heather Foster, but I always like to do proper introductions."

[Justin Finch-Fletchley]

Justin smiled at Heather's words, his eyes twinkling playfully as he bent his knees to sustain his hold over this pile of books, his face disappearing suddenly and then popping back up again as he placed his chin on the top book to keep them all in place whilst he straightened up again. His arms were already aching a little from those heavy Herbology pots and it was better to compromise his appearance a little than to drop the books all over their owner's feet! What did girls need all these books for anyway? Even if you forgot your own textbook you could always rely on them to bring it... but it wasn't just textbooks here, surely? What was it? Guidebooks on life? The etiquette of a lady? Justin regarded Heather ruefully as he waited on her mercy to relieve him of this load. She didn't need a book to be a lady! She was a perfectly nice girl as it was.

"Ah, a blemish on my personality I am powerless to remove." he said in reply to what she'd said. "I am marred by my association with the male sex; yet it is out of my control. We could do with more of the world's population being gentlemen then? One can but try." Justin could not suppress a little upward twitch of his lips as the book on top of the pile was quickly retrieved, and gave Heather a look of mock outrage. Somehow play-acting was just a fun prospect today. "My conscience will always serve as the strongest lock," he said. "I could not bear to repeat my unintentional blunder. Justin smiled at Heather light-heartedly, adding, "But I've no doubts you'd make an extremely fetching ice sculpture." Rather taken aback after her hasty withdrawal, Justin stayed obediently on the spot as had been ordered, clasping his hands behind his back and taking two steps forward, then two steps back in the other direction repeatedly in order to maintain his position. A rather limited quarterdeck to pace, but it would suffice. Idleness was a gentlemanly pursuit, but that idleness must be tempered by creativity. One could not remain forever stationary.

He had followed her passage across the hallway and now as she was coming back towards him he admired her liveliness. That energy had allowed him to track her through all the other students, despite the fact he hadn't been facing in her direction all the time. Energy wasn't something he saw all that often in the girls that came to social events of his parents' and his parents' acquaintances'. They seemed to spend an awful length of time preening themselves and not nearly enough time enjoying themselves, if that was possible, which perhaps it wasn't. He supposed to tedium of mansion life could do that to you. He was extremely fortunate to be able to come to Hogwarts. And Heather was trying to take a picture of him now. Justin was used to having to oblige likewise at all the various family occasions where it seemed it would simply not do to pass up on a photo opportunity; he put his best grin on for her. That smile of Heather's was frightfully endearing.

"For sure, we have only shared the same common room for the past seven years," he said playfully in reply. "We count yet as strangers. Though I must agree it would not do to be capturing pictures of strangers without an introduction having been made." He gave a half nod at her name - how could she be anything other than Heather? - and then 'introduced' himself. "Justin Finch-Fletchley eternally at your service," he said with a smile smile, bowing deeply with his left foot forward and hand over heart. "A pleasure to be formally acquainted." It was warm in the hallway which with a little extra space had the benefit of a fireplace to combat the cold, and Justin loosened his scarf and unbuttoned his heavy coat as he waited for the other seventh year to give him some clear indication of whether, service rendered, he was free to leave yet. He would gladly walk with her, after all, were she to be headed in the same direction as he - much better than being accused of stalking. But she had told him to wait here, and here he waited until release, grinning a little at the other seventh year and watching the passage of the other students - all younger of course, these days - in the hallway around the two Hufflepuffs.

[Heather Foster]

Heather tried hard to suppress a smile from forming on her lips at Justin's movements. She bit her bottom lip hard, hoping it wouldn't bleed soon, but her blue eyes seemed to shimmer slightly. Justin was bowing deeply with his hand over his heart. He was 'introducing' himself as somebody she had known but never really talked to for seven years. But Justin's motions were quite original and certainly made Heather want to laugh and join in on the medieval game. There weren't many boys who were quite old fashioned that she knew and Heather really liked that about Justin. The fact that he wasn't even trying, but being himself made her smile. "Yes, seven years of sharing the same common room for seven years, we ought to know who everyone in our year is. Though, this is the first time we actually ever talked face to face. “If I'm correct, your best friends with Ernie, is that right?" Heather said letting the smile she was holding back appear on her face as her eyes still twinkled at the seventh year boy. She remembered Ernie and Justin always hanging around each other. But he was also friends with Hannah and Susan as well.

Moving the strap of her camera slightly that was beginning to bother the skin of her neck, Heather half leaned up against the stone wall. Her blue eyes moved across the move watching as each student walked in groups down the halls. It felt strange to know that she was the oldest out of every other student in the school. Hogwarts years really did pass you by so quickly, and before you know it bam your a seventh year, able to do legal magic outside of Hogwarts if you were 17 and then thinking of a career. Side glancing at Justin, Heather smiled slightly. "Do you think that the seven years at Hogwarts have almost flown by? I still can't even begin to think that I would not come back next year, and that adult life would start soon," she began, beginning to play with the black strap that hung around her neck. It was a habit of Heather's to do when she was slightly nervous or embarrassed. Her fingers glided over the smooth strap and she listened quietly to the fire crackle.

Laughing softly at her sudden depressing words, Heather stood up straight from her half leaned position against the wall. Looking at Justin more carefully she noticed his face was still slightly pink from the cold weather outside. Moving her hair back in a slight pony tail without an holder Heather continued to play with the strap of her camera. "I suppose you came back from the Greenhouse or maybe just exploring your free period on Hogwarts ground?" Heather asked trying to remember if he took Herbology again during his seventh year. Heather had put the course to an end just this year. Even though Professor Sprout was head of the Hufflepuff house, and one of the very nice professors at Hogwarts, Heather just wasn't all that good at the subject. She could never remember any of the plant names, and recalled countless times when she had accidentally knocked over many pots. Charms and Arithmancy were more Heather's best courses.

[Justin Finch-Fletchley]

Justin smiled back at that utterly convincing smile of Heather's. A genuine smile from a purely genuine girl he supposed. "Ernie? Yes, of course," he said in reply to her question, and in case there was any doubt about the matter added, "Good fellow, is Ernie." He rubbed his tingling fingers together. They must have warmed up a little too quickly in the hallway after the freezing temperatures outside. He regarded Heather curiously for a moment as her mood and words seemed almost sombre. Even if he wasn't so very good at reading girls. Far too complex to fathom, they were. You just had to take them as they came. He rocked forward and back on his heels a few times and gave her a private smile for putting up with his antics.
"Well they must have done, if we have never previously talked face to face," he said, his tone of voice a little more serious than before although it still had a playful hint in it. "To not have contrived to do so is a crime I will never be able to forgive myself for."

She was fiddling. Were there books which told you why girls did these things? Well, not noticing would probably be a good idea. He looked over to the other side of the hallway instead and, this time his voice entirely sincere, commented, "I shall be sorry to leave the good old school. Better than any other boarding school they could've sent me to. Even Eton. I have no intention of growing up and leading a sensible adult life just yet though. Plenty of time for that. No, we're yet young Heather. 'There's a song to be sung, and the best time is to sing while we're young.'" he said, quoting his last words to a song. Probably a rather obscure one in this day and age, so he had little idea whether Heather would pick up on it. He smiled as he looked back at her, running his hand through his fair curls as if worried. "Do you see any grey hairs yet?"

He started to walk across the hallway at a leisurely pace, hoping that she would come with him for some way at least since he was still attempting to talk to her. While talking to oneself might be an interesting experience it wouldn't be intentional at this moment in time and he would much rather talk to Heather. "The former was correct," he told her. "Or rather from hauling numerous plants between greenhouses. Quite chilly outside today. Good crisp snow though. But unfortunately I don't have one free period during the course of today." Justin shook his head slightly to himself - the outrageousness of it! - before giving Heather a half-smile. The main post-class rush was still going past them, the majority of the flow headed in the opposite direction, which made the going rather difficult. He was quite tall though which helped since he could see over the top of all these smaller people. He continued to plough on through them, keeping the other seventh year in his sight because he didn't want to lose the chance for conversation with her.

((Not that great but I hope this'll do for you because I need to be getting to bed now before I drop from tiredness. I hope it's alright to still have Heather somewhere in the vicinity! If not do let me know and I will of course hasten to correct my error. And the short quote came from The Young Ones by Cliff Richard.))

[Heather Foster]

Heather's fingers continued to fiddle with the black strap of the camera that hung around her neck. The material felt smooth under her fingers and she loved the soft feeling it left. The motions seemed to relax her a little. "Well Ernie is Ernie, your ambitious Hufflepuff who comes top in all classes. Though, I sometimes think he puts too much work on himself. Don't you think?" she asked remembering Ernie always telling Hannah that she should grow up and study. For some odd reason, Heather always thought they end up together sometime soon. Heather hadn’t seen Hannah since her mother died and she missed talking to her friend. Maybe she could seek her out in the common room soon? Justin was saying something about not talking to her was a crime being committing. Heather's eyebrow rose slightly and she smiled a small smile, "If you could never forgive yourself, I forgive you. Though, half of the crime is my fault as well. But would you forgive me?"

Noticing the seventh year boy looked toward the end of the hallway, Heather turned her head in the same direction. More students filling the main corridor, making it extra crowded. Hearing Justin speak, Heather turned her attention back to the boy quite interested what he had to say. "Eton? The all boy’s boarding school? Very costly I have to say. My brothers wanted to go there but neither my mother nor father could afford it at the time...I would hate it if my parents sent me to an all girls school. It's really wouldn’t be the same with boys around." she started out trying to picture Justin wearing those ridicules uniforms. Laughing softly to herself, Heather brought her hand up to her chin, as if thinking hard. "Sorry, I was just trying to imagine you wearing those uniforms.....Though it could work for you." Heather smiled a playfully while thinking over the last thing Justin had said. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't recall where she had heard it. Laughing again as Justin asked if he had any grey hairs, Heather reached for one of the curls examining it. "Hmmm....Oh! I see one right here, and there, oh and there too. Wish for me to pluck them out for you?" Heather asked continuing to laugh. She hoped Justin wouldn't believe her, after all he was only seventeen. "I'm just kidding. Your all clear for grey hairs...but you'll be getting them soon, maybe in twenty years or so."

Returning to her normal height, Heather watched as Justin began to walk away. Did he want her to follow him? Sighing, Heather continued after him, avoiding bumping into more students. She didn't want all her possessions to fall on the floor for a second time today. "You’re taking Herbology again this year? As you probably noticed I've ended that course. Don't you remember me always knocking those plants to the ground....Professor Sprout wasn't all too happy when I did. But I'm not a total klutz...am I?" Heather asked with an upturned eyebrow. She wasn't the kind of person who always tripped over themselves. But there were few times when she did. But who didn't? Looking up at Justin, Heather smiled. He was quite tall and she had to probably stand on the tips of her toes to reach his height. "If you don't want to lead an adult life next year...then have you considered what career you wanted to lead whether it's in the wizarding world or muggle?"

[Justin Finch-Fletchley]

Justin tilted his head to one side for a moment as he pondered what Heather had said about Ernie before looking back at her with a smile. "Ernie certainly takes a lot upon himself. Luckily he's very capable. But he does take a little too much work upon himself when he basically tells me to pull my socks up and work a little harder, perhaps. We can't all get through life without playing." Justin smiled at Heather jauntily - he tended to be rather playful himself. With both words and actions. "If you must insist upon taking part of the blame, then yes, of course I would forgive you." he said, for emphasis adding, "No question about it." Justin leaned casually against the wall as he said it, keeping his eyes on Heather as he wandered off into his own thoughts for a while. Heather appeared to be thinking at the moment and he had no intention of disturbing such a noble pursuit.

He smiled as it was revealed her thoughts were on the subject of Eton. "Yes, that's the one," he confirmed, resuming his walk along the corridor. "I suppose they do charge a pretty penny. My mother wasn't too pleased at first when I passed up the chance for a first class education at a public school, I must say. Well it was in favour of an education in magic of all things at a school she'd never heard of with a ridiculous name." he continued. "You're from a Muggle family, then? Splendid, splendid." His parents were eager that he maintain contact with 'sensible' people as well as going off in his own exciting world of magic. Well, Heather would count as sensible then, surely? Why, she was right now reaching up to examine his hair.
"Oh no, I implore you, please don't," Justin responded anxiously to her offer, feeling rather proud that he'd manage to sound half-serious in his play-acting of emotions. Justin grinned at Heather again. "When one starts getting grey hairs their head of hair has already started thinning out, you know," he explained, his amusement showing through plainly in his voice. "Each one must be preciously guarded!" Justin looked down the corridor in front of him thoughtfully. His own father was starting to go bald.

Since they'd already gone some way along the corridor and here was a window seat handy with a nice view over the Quidditch pitch, Justin diverted his course and availed himself of it, leaving ample room for Heather of course. "You do ask challenging questions," he said, scratching his head. "Might I pose one towards you? In what direction are you headed? I wouldn't want to be accused of abducting you by walking along and talking to you at the same time. I was on my way to the library though goodness knows I'm never any good at finding what I need. I'm always a little hesitant to solicit help from the librarian though." Justin grimaced a little and pulled the piece of parchment where he'd scribbled the name of the book he needed for his studies out of his coat pocket, perusing it for a moment before putting it away again.

"Careers..." Justin said to himself, pondering Heather's question. "Ah yes. Well, I must say I'd prefer to leave that undecided for a while longer. But perhaps some sort of job in the Ministry of Magic - in the Trading Standards office or International Relations. Or an independent lawyer. Not sure how feasible I'd look dressed in the Wizengamot's robes, after all. Or I might decide on a career in the Muggle world - the civil service, perhaps." He nodded a little to himself at the thoughts, before turning to Heather and smiling. "Is it necessary for one to lead an adult life to do these things?" he asked, looking as though he was worried one of his main dreams was about to be crushed. However much he enjoyed being as he was now, he knew he would have to change and adapt eventually. But that was the wonderful thing about human nature - that they were able to adapt to new situations.
"Yes, yes, I'm doing Herbology," he agreed. "What subjects are you taking then? Suited to any particular career path you want to follow?" Justin regarded her with enquiry in his expression before frowning at her for a moment as he tried to recall the moments she was referring to. He had to confess to himself he had little recollection of them. But there was a certain word in there he hadn't comprehended.
"Forgive me," he said apologetically, "but could you perhaps enlighten me as to what a 'klutz' is?"

[Heather Foster]

Heather listened carefully to Justin as they continued their walk down the corridor. He was explaining about his parents not liking the fact that he had given up an public education in Eton for magic. His family must be a bit wealthy to afford such a school. Heather's family wasn't poor or rich, but got by on what they had. But now, it was even harder with her parents living in different parts of Manchester. Looking at Justin she smiled. "That's sort of how my parents felt about my letter from Hogwarts. My mum was a bit skeptical of me going for a magical education than muggle, but my dad loved the idea. My brothers were than a little afraid of me, but that never really stopped them from tackling me and giving me a bit of a punch here and there....Erica...well she was a bit jealous but never really showed it..." Heather looked away from Justin trying not to talk anymore about her family. She loved talking about her family. At time, they were just simply plain wacky, and others they got on her nerves. "Oh yes. I'm from a muggle family. I was just almost as shocked as my family when I got my letter. But I think any muggle-born would have been," she said beginning to laugh. Justin didn't want her to pluck out his 'grey hairs'. "Don't worry. I don't think you would like it much going bald before your thirties." Reaching up for a few strands of her own hair, Heather examined the strands. Her blond hair was mostly a dark color, but there were a few strands that were light blonde. Erica had once plucked out a light blond strand saying that her hair was beginning to turn grey. Of course her own hair wasn't turn grey! That didn't start until you were in your late thirties.

They had walked a rather long way down the corridor toward where the Quidditch pitch was in view. Watching as Justin took a seat on the window seat, leaving plenty of room for her. "I was just trying to take a break from my Charms essay looking for something else to occupy my time with," she began, jumping up on the seat and settling comfortably into it. Looking over toward Justin she noticed him take out a small piece of parchment that had some scribbling upon it. Trying to read his handwriting, Heather just smiled at her noisiness. "The library? Are you sure you don't need to find those books first? Talking to me isn't probably all that important than finding a book for a course. Even though it’s a lot better than working on homework by me in the common room." Heather asked with a questioning look in her blue eyes. She hoped that she wasn't distracting him from something that was a bit more important than keeping her company. "Well, challenging questions are quite more fun and more in depth of thought than simple questions like, what’s your favorite color. Now, would you want to be asked that or something that took some time to think about?"

Brushing her blond hair back, Heather looked back off into the corridor. Her legs began to swing back and forth in midair slightly. She kept an open ear, listening to what kind of career Justin wanted to persuade in. He stilled didn’t have it quite decided, but to her his thoughts sounded quite interesting. Law never really stock out at Heather and now that she had her required years for magical education she didn’t really want to return to the muggle world. Glancing away from the hallway filled of students she returned the smile he had just sent her way. “Of course not! It’s just…I really don’t want to continue on moving back and forth between my parents….they’re divorced and every other week I have to either be with my mum or dad. Quite tiring after a while….” Heather said looking down at her legs. They swung back and forth, the end of her shoes kicking the stone castle wall. She always hated talking about how her parent’s relationship ended up. But, it gave Heather an idea of how she didn’t want any of her future relationships to end. It was all about choosing the right person, who could deal with the faults in your personality and really loved you.

“Oh yes. I’m taking Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Transgiguration. I want to be a Curse Breaker for Gringots. I’ve always loved charms and Arithmancy. Those are the required subjects you need to excel in to become a course breaker…” she said stopping herself once again. Looking back up from her feet, Heather smiled at Justin. “What courses are you taking beside Herbology? I thought you’ll look just simply wonderful in the required Wizengamot's robes.” Heather said laughing softly trying to get a mental picture in her head, but she still had the one of Justin in Eton uniform stuck in there. When Justin didn’t know what klutz was, Heather smiled slightly. “Klutz’s means one who trips over themselves and knocks almost everything to the ground in an disorderly fashion…well it’s not quite in the dictionary but my own little definition. In other words, am I all that clumsy?”