Chance Meeting {Quinn}

[Quinn Ashwinder]

Her name was easy Quinn thought, and unless she'd been to the small inlet of England where she'd been born, or had one of her step-fathers wands, it was unlikely her name would be recognized. "My name's Quinn. Quinn Ashwinder." She ran her fingers through one side of her hair, thinking it was unlikely that this girl would know who she was, but still, it made her nervous when people asked, and she didn't volunteer, but it felt like she was intruding.

[Celyn Corvus]

"I'm Celyn Corvus." might as well get the awkward introductions out of the way. Celyn put her sketch back on her lap and every once in a while she'd make a tweak to it, her eyes moving from Quinn to her drawing. Celyn wasn't the sociable type and when she had nothing better to say she just didn't speak at all. Instead her eyes stayed on her drawing, watching Quinn from the corner of her eyes.

[Quinn Ashwinder]

Quinn could only nod, the feeling of intrusions weighing even heavier on her. If this was Lyric then she might have kept questioning, depending on his mood, but she had learned that sometimes it was best not to intrude. She did not want to have another person, like Silver, who ran away from her. Very slowly she began to move her feet in the direction that she had been heading, before she ran into Celyn. Although, in the future she thought to herself, she really did need to be more cognizant of her surrounding so that she didn't stumble inadvertently on someone again.

[Celyn Corvus]

The girls lack of conversation made Celyn mentally roll her eyes. Was the girl intimidated, trying to be cool, a bit slow or just generally anti-social. Whatever it was Celyn looked down, she muttered under her breath, continuing her drawing. It as so amusing how the forest had become a place where professors didn't even bother to make sure if students were in or not. From what she knew, most professors knew but just didn't seem to care. When Celyn was younger, she remembered that the forest was always heavily guarded.