Wishful Thinking (Adaline)

Layla sat on the edge of the water, gazing into it. She was upset that her world tour didn't make her as popular around Hogwarts as she thought. However, the girl tried not to let her mood be too affected by it. After all, she was only thirteen and just started, she'd have plenty more years to become popular right? The most important thing, was that her summer had been spectacular. She smiled and strummed at the guitar that sat in her lap while the water churned.

She knew there were things that lived in the lake, however, the water was incredibly murky making it hard to see anything.

Out in the distance, there was the fin tail of some sort of fish or something and another occasional ripple. She continued to strum as the clouds split open and rained down some sunshine on her.

Right now, Layla sort of wished she had an older sister to help her out. Maybe a sister, someone she could lay her head on and pour out her worries while they patted her hair and told her their opinion and how it would all be okay. She needed someone to keep her grounded once she was as famous as she wished to be, however most of all, she needed someone to talk about Ethan to.

Layla was interrupted when she heard the voice of another girl. Looking up, she saw a pretty girl with black hair, one that seemed to be much older than her, probably a seventh year. "Hi," she smiled, "no, I don't mind." Layla noticed the girl's stomach though, she probably wouldn't have had it not been for the girl's hand on her stomach that brought her attention there. The young Gryffindor had heard about a pregnant girl in Hogwarts from some of the older kids, but this was her first time meeting her.

Layla didn't think it was any of her business to say anything about it, and the girl was probably tired of people saying things to her. In Layla's mind, if the girl loved someone enough to have their baby, then that was fantastic. She didn't think the girl was too young if she loved the boy and if she could actually care for the baby.

She stopped strumming, afraid to annoy the girl by it. "I'm Layla," she introduced herself as she re-positioned the guitar against her small frame. Her blue eyes met the girl's blue eyes and Layla gave her a warm smile, one that said she wouldn't ask any of the questions that all of Hogwarts had been asking her. Layla wanted the girl to know that she wasn't like the rest and if the girl wanted to talk about it, then she could.

Layla watched as the girl sat down beside her, carefully. It was kind of heart-warming for Layla to think that there was a tiny growing baby inside the other's girl stomach that she would nurture and care for for another at least eighteen years. Even though it wasn't Layla's child, the young girl was so fascinated and intrigued in the idea of pregnancy. It was interesting to see her already being so careful, so loving towards the tiny developing human.

"Oh," Layla said when the girl told her there was no reason to stop. "I didn't want to be rude," she offered her a smile. It would have felt weird for her to keep playing while trying to talk to somewhere but Layla would play if the girl wanted her to.

"Nice to meet you too," she smiled once more. "I play quite often, yes," she added, knowing the girl had no clue just how often she played.

"Oh," the girl said, a bit shocked. She guessed that she still hadn't gotten completely used to people actually enjoying her music, so to hear that people did enjoy it often shocked her. She smiled as she finally understood that the girl actually wanted her to continue playing.

"Uhm, I got my first guitar at the age of four." She smiled thinking of her very tiny body pressed up against a guitar. For her parents it must have been a cute sight to see their four year old daughter with a guitar and a strong, powerful voice.

Softly, the girl began to strum the guitar, her own music sounding from the wooden instrument and filling the air around the two girls. "Do you know how to play anything?" She looked at the girl, not needing to look at the placing of her fingers. Her hands flowed melodiously over the strings, the sound a mellow one, soft, quiet.

Layla shrugged, "I suppose, I have gotten a lot of practice." Layla offered the older Ravenclaw a smile. Layla's strums had constantly changed, they switched between Muggle radio songs to her own songs and back and forth. She enjoyed music whether it was her own or not and she wondered if the older girl did. She wondered if she knew the Muggle artists, it seemed as though a lot of people didn't though, which didn't bother Layla.

"Really?" Layla's eyes lit up. "We should play together some time," Layla was excited now until she thought about the fact that this was likely the girl's last year here. "That's too bad," the girl sighed, "I hope when I do OWLs and NEWTs that I still have time to practice." Layla couldn't bear the thought of not being able to create music. The thought of upsetting her fans upset her beyond measure. Layla nodded, she didn't know anything about pregnancy but she understood that it seemed to be one of those things that cause a lot of distractions and Layla wondered what it'd be like when she got pregnant, if her and Ethan decided to marry and have kids at one point.

"Piano," Layla said, "but I think I'd like to learn drums." Because beating things could be fun, right?