Lost in Thought (open)

[Reed Brennan]

"It's nothing, just something I would do as a child whenever my brother didn't want to play." Reed placed it gently on the ground next to her aware of the pain in her hand-joints. "So what do you do beside write?" Reed asked nodding at the notebook.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver reflexively follwed her gaze a moment before drawing his gaze back to the tiny grass doll beside her. "That's it," he said. "I write. It's enough, though." Writing was more than a hobby, it was an obsession, a compulsion. It was enough. Sometimes Silver envied people who were able to do so many things, but then he went to his quill and he knew he'd rather write than do anything else.

[Reed Brennan]

"That's good." Reed said. "I've never been able to write much. I can pretty much bull my way through essays and that's about all." She said with a laugh. Book smarts had never been her thing. It seemed the genes went straight to her brother. She was more of the sporty type.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver's lips curved at Reed's laugh. He let himself be distracted by it a moment before drawing his mind back to the conversation and gathering words, though he couldn't seem to help looking at her. "Writing just takes practice," Silver said. "That, and something worth writing about. It's just like talking, only you've got a quill in your hand." For him, for some reason, writing was easier than talking.

[Reed Brennan]

Reed didn't have the patience or the focus for writing. She had the attention span of a five year old. "I wouldn't know what to write about. Or where to begin." She said shrugging. "However, if you would ever like a good Quidditch Match I'm there." She said grinning. Sports was more of her passion and her life. It was an out and a high.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver's smile widened. "You play Quidditch?" he asked. His gaze flickered over her briefly, glancing guiltily away before managing to return to her eyes. "I mean, not that you look like you couldn't." Smooth move. "What position do you play?" That was better.

[Reed Brennan]

Reed nodded. "Yes, I play Quidditch, but I prefer soccer. A muggle sport." She said. Soccer had been part of the reason why her parents didn't want her going to Hogwarts. She was set for a bright future in soccer, they didn't want her to throw it all away. "I play Chaser for the most part, but sometimes I play Keeper too." Reed said beaming. "Do you have any interest in Quidditch?" She asked curiously.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver smiled as he looked at Reed. "Just watching," he said. "I can handle a broom, but I don't know, I'm not really the competitive type." For the most part, anyway. Silver couldn't look away from Reed, from the obvious pleasure she got from sports. "I know what soccer is," he said, by the way. "Haven't played it since elementary school, though."

[Reed Brennan]

Reed laughed. "I love soccer." Stating the obvious. "When my brother and I were kids I would always make him play games with me. He wasn't much into soccer...or any sports for that matter...An easy target." She was lost in old memories, of what used to be, and oblivious to much of anything else. She longed for those memories, before it seemed like everything had turned around.

[Silver Blackwood]

"So you're close to your brother?" Silver asked, then, suddenly wondering if it sounded like he was too interested in her brother, he scrambled for something else to say. "I have a brother. His name's Dare--Alasdair--another nickname." Silver cursed the fact that for all his skill on paper, he couldn't manage to put intelligent words together verbally.

[Reed Brennan]

Reed nodded. "We're close. He's my twin, my other half. Sometimes I think we are complete opposites though. I like to run, and he's more of the musician. His name's Jesse, but most people just call him Jess." Reed said. She let her fingers play with the grass beside her. "Are you guys close?" She asked bringing her focus to him. She hadn't heard of anyone named Dare or Alasdair, but then again she didn't know Silver before this encounter either.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver nodded, his gaze dropping to the grass and watching Reed's hand without even realizing it. "The past year we've really just like, stopped fighting. I guess we grew up a little, or we just understand each other better." They'd been through a lot in that year, though. There hadn't been much opportunity for sibling bickering, so they'd just given up on it. For the most part, anyway. Dare could still get on his nerves better than anyone if he felt like it.

[Reed Brennan]

Reed nodded. "We didn't used to fight as much as we do now." She said letting her eyes drop. It wasn't that they fought a lot, just more than usual. "He keeps trying to be the big brother." She blurted out crinkling her nose in disgust. She sighed to calm herself down. "All in good thought, I suppose."

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver smiled broadly at that. "Big brothers are unbearable sometimes," he said. "They think they're being helpful, but I mean, Dare's only a year older than me. It's not like he's been through that much more in one year. I can only imagine how much worse it must be with a twin. I don't know, maybe the age is just an excuseto lord it over us when they can."

[Reed Brennan]

"Big brother." Reed said with a sarcastic laugh. "Hardly." She let out a sigh as she leaned herself back. Now lying in the cool grass, Reed looked up and studied the sky. She took her time trying to decide if the cloud she ad settled her eyes on was a unicorn or the Whomping Willow. She tilted her head a little, hoping to get a better view. "Beetlesprout." She finally decided. Reed lifted her arm and pointed at the cloud. "That one strongly resembles beetlesprout." She said confidently.