Will Things Ever Change? (Sienna)

Once again it was nearing the end of a school year, and Martin's goal of making friends with just one person still remained unfinished. He'd tried hard with Naomi, simply because one day she had been there and he'd been in a good enough mood to try making one, but despite his best efforts he couldn't really say they were friends. Acquaintances, yes, friends no. As he laid back on the blanket that he'd brought up to the astronomy tower shrunk in his pocket, he stared up at the stars and began picking out some of the constellations he'd memorized a few years back. As he laid against the stone, the blanket cushioning his head and back enough for it to be bearable, Martin found a sense of acceptance over his failure at all things social. This year he'd tried more than any other, and that was definitely a step in the direction.

"Will things ever change? Maybe, maybe not, but at least I haven't given up yet. Perhaps making a friend isn't something I need to try and force, and I simply picked somebody whose personality clashed too much with my own?" he asked himself. Martin wasn't sure if that was the correct assessment or if he'd mishandled the situation so badly he messed up things, to be honest. Maybe with a little more time he'd learn how to be...personable, was that the word? Breathing in and letting the breath out slowly, a small smile began to creep across his face as he enjoyed stargazing.

When Martin heard a feminine voice speak he was shocked out of the stargazing, having been so entirely absorbed that he hadn't noticed her approach. "Not at all, feel free to join me. In fact, there's enough blanket to go around if you want to lay on that while you study the sky. If it's homework I wouldn't mind helping, I'm a geek and learned the constellations a long time ago because I loved the stories attached to them." Martin explained, thinking it rather funny timing that he'd been talking about not making friends to himself and then an opportunity presents itself shortly after.

After he spoke he finally noticed that she was wearing a lot less than the usual robes of Hogwarts, and that she was really, really gorgeous. So much so that he was finding it rather hard to think clearly, which was rare for him. "I'm, I'm Martin by the way. What's your name? You're...really pretty." he said, somehow managing to get the words out past the fog in his brain.

The amount of skin shown was enough to make him blush, it wasn't that it was so indecent as to he was never one to look at girls usually. Martin had only looked at Naomi the one day because she'd irritated him and he wanted to make a point, but sadly it hadn't worked at all as the Slytherin hadn't been bothered in the slightest by the attention. His eyes moved back up to meet hers after they automatically slid over her, which made him feel like a git who only valued girls because of their bodies. What on earth is wrong with me? I usually don't have this much problem staying focused, even when sitting next to a lovely girl in class it never bothers me near as much as this. Her mention of him being too kind made him raise an eyebrow. "I'm not sure how kind it is really, seemed the polite thing to do. You came here, presumably to look at the stars and the stone is rather unforgiving, so...it seemed like the right thing to do." he stated simply. If it was kindness it was only by happenstance, Martin had only done what in his mind seemed logical.

As the girl who looked vaguely familiar stretched out in front of him Martin looked away from her, focusing on the stars He really wasn't sure if she was intentionally trying to show off her body or if it was an accident, but he really didn't want to be the creepy guy who stared too much. After a little while looking at the stars and the moon, he gradually felt his anxiety about the situation ease out of him at least in regards to the girl next to him being attractive and not wearing much. It was still a social situation, and those he was not skilled in by any stretch of the imagination. When she took out her bag and offered him a parchment with her homework on it, he took it instinctively. "Let me see what it's about and what you've got here." he said.

Luckily the light of the stars and moon was enough to make out the words, and Martin looked everything over. The assignment wasn't too complex, at least not to him. If she paid attention enough in class he really didn't see why she would have a problem with it, considering how studious most Ravenclaws that seemed unlikely to him. "I don't mind helping. Where exactly are you having issues, though? Helping is one thing, but doing another student's work isn't something I'm comfortable with." he said, wondering if the girl was messing with him. He liked doing schoolwork and helping others, however he was not one to simply do the work as he felt that was both cheating and robbing whoever it was of the opportunity to learn. Both were criminal offenses in his mind, and not to be taken lightly.

"I knew you seemed familiar, you're in the year ahead of me." he said, mostly to himself. That was when it finally clicked for Martin, and he realized why he was having a hard time thinking while around her. She was the girl that all the guys seemed to always be asking out or making fools of themselves in front of. The only thing he knew of that could cause it like that was having some veela blood, but...he'd never seen any other evidence and it seemed a rude thing to ask so never said anything. After all, asking somebody if guys only hit on you because of an allure ability you were born with would make it seem like you didn't think she could attract them without help. Even a socially inept Martin knew not to do something like that, or he would get slapped, cursed, or hexed. "Really I'm not, I just say what pops into my head. Since I'm not the best at talking to people, or making friends I usually say something that makes others feel awkward or offended. A good personality or head on your shoulders is much more appealing than simply looks, anyways." he said, and stopped abruptly as he realized he was rambling again, a light flush reaching his cheeks because of it. Martin knew he really needed to work on that, and this meeting was proof of it.