(Best) Friends in a Forest (Corienna)

Phillip loved Hogwarts so far. Sure he was a little disappointed he wasn't a Ravenclaw like his dad, but in complete honesty he was more brawn than he was brain. It stung a little because of how deep Phil's admiration for his father went, but nevertheless he was sure that being in Gryffindor could only improve his strong characteristics. His dad didn't seem too disappointed that he was in Gryffindor; in fact, dad wasn't disappointed at all.

The sorting process was unexpected; not unpleasant but strange. That was the word. The hat was an ugly, terrifying patchwork thing that if Phil cares for books more than sports or running about he would have known was rather terrifying. Instead the first thing that went through his head when the hat was on his head was: "Gee for an ugly hat you sure are old too." There was a persnickety response but a short attention span had deleted that memory from Phil's brain. At the moment, he was trying to escape the hefty homework he had and sneakily wandering about Hogwarts. As he neared the Forbidden Forest, he slunk behind some trees before slipping in completely; the crunch of leaves and branches beneath his feet comforting. It reminded him of younger years, younger than eleven, but still far further back. He remembers the green of leaves and a head of curly hair. He winced as he came to an abrupt halt.

In his Hogwarts daze, and being sorted separately, Phil had bypassed talking to his best friend completely. He hoped Corie wasn't too mad; surely he could persuade her otherwise? Well maybe not, he wasn't the best with words after all. Maybe he could use his allowance to persuade an older kid to buy her something nice during a "Hogsmeade Weekend" yeah, that could work! She'd like that, maybe. Phillip was good at making friends but not so much at reading or understanding them, he sighed and sunk against the trunk of a nearby tree, lost in thought about his best friend.

Now that Phillip knew what he was going to do to get forgiveness back from Corie, he just had to find a way to execute the plan to perfection. Not that he didn't enjoy it about Corienna, but sometimes he wished she was just a simple girl who he could a flower and a cupcake too and she'd swoon and forgive him immediately with open arms. Then again, if she were an easily swayed girl their friendship would mean as much as dirt to him. The way she was now he was just fine with. With that in mind he started to consider what to buy Corie; a new broom would be too much, he couldn't recall if she liked chocolate just as much as he did, nor could he remember if she liked reading. So far he was proving to be a terrible best friend. He cringed at the thought.

"Ow!" Phil exclaimed at the sharp pain in his side, just as he was ready to tell the person off, anger on his face, he realized who it was and grinned instead as he jumped up. "Corie! I haven't seen you in decades!" His grin turned sheepish and he rubbed the back of his neck, where the nape of his floopy hair was. "Of course not cos I didn't want to it, it was school and stuff, you know how I love books." Alright that was a lie and she'd probably see right through it, but there was always that small chance she might not. He dragged his eyes from the forest floor to Corie's face, and blinked in surprise.

"Have you always been so short?" Phil barked in surprise, putting a hand on top of her head and bringing it towards him to the stark shock that she barely reached his shoulders.