First Meetings and Impressions Formed (Alexander)

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"I think I'd have to agree."

"Which classes do you take?" she asked, honestly curious. He seemed to not enjoy classes as much as some others did, but she still wondered where his interest lay, subject wise. Besides, it would give her a rough idea as to where she would most likely bump into him, and that would help tremendously.

Listening to him explain the games, she found herself actually fascinated by the two sports, even if the first one sounded slightly boring - having tea and making small talk with other women was not something that Chara imagined would be the most fun way of spending an afternoon. Still, she could see how that would help the family name, be it hers or the Cavendish's, and if that was what was expected of her then so be it.

Fencing, on the other hand, caught her full interest. Normally she tried to her excitement at things remotely violent, because it was not expected of a lady to condone such things, but duels had always piked her interest. To learn of duels that involved not spells, but actual physical weapons was something that just stuck out to her, even though she would never admit to it.

"They sounds fascinating," she said truthfully after Alex had finished. "What about our sports? Do you enjoy those?" She herself had always been fond of Quidditch - of course she was, for it was the sport that she had been raised with, and her family had box seats to every big game. As a young female, she was not allowed to make any bets, but even if she could have, she thought little of wasting money like that.

"Though, I've managed to get you talking freely, so I don't know if that counts as toying with you."

She couldn't help it; she laughed, shaking her head, amused at both herself and at the boy. "Well played," she admitted, grinning at him. If there was one thing Chara could do, it was take it as well as dish it. The dishing part had been tamed down through many years of training, but the capability was still there, surfacing only when she was really riled up over something, or was really comfortable with a person.

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"Which classes do you take?"

"The core subjects. But I only really go to Defence Against the Dark Arts." Alexander answered honestly. He didn't much like lessons, he'd been home tutored for many years, so magic was highly advanced, like most Purebloods would be. Defence Against the Dark Arts usually always was something exciting though, he'd found. "What about you?" He asked, wondering if there would be similarity between them or not.

"What about our sports? Do you enjoy those?"

"Our sports? By that, you mean Quidditch?" Alexander asked, before shaking his head. Brooms, flying, Quidditch had never been his style. He was no good at any of them, and from that, he didn't find them interesting. "I don't like Quidditch, really. I can't fly a broom." He added, being the only way of explanation he could give the witch in that moment. Alexander was quite sure the witch didn't play, and if she had an interest, well, that was going to stay as something he didn't care for.

"Well played,"

"Thank you." Alexander replied, noticing her grin and allowing a small smile to grace his lips as he finished the sentence. The witch, it turned out, was much more fun than the others he'd seen so far, so the moment seemed to be just right as they took pause in the conversation. Alexander was about to ask the witch more about herself when his father's patronus burst through the hedge towards them.

"Alexander, please escort Miss Fletcher back to the house, her parents are ready to leave." Came the sound of his father's voice, which meant their short time together was over. Standing from the seat, Alexander motioned towards the exit on the other side which cut straight through the maze to the way out. It was amusing, how he was supposed to choose in such a short time.

They walked in silence on the way back, a comfortable one instead of the awkward one that had graced them before. As they returned to their parents, Alexander bid the witch good bye and waited only long enough for the door to close before her moved off upstairs away from his parents. He'd found the first couple of times they wanted to quiz him on how it had gone. And for some reason, Alexander didn't wish to talk about Chara. But, the unnerving part was that he wasn't quite sure why.

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"What about you?"

So that would explain why she hardly saw him in her classes, she thought to herself. She, too, struggled with the fact that her tutors made sure she knew the topics before they were taught in classes, which meant that most of what she heard in lessons were things she already knew. Still, she enjoyed learning it from a different perspective, although she didn't say that to the boy. "I take quite a few," she said simply. "I've seen you a few times in DADA," she added a moment later, with a smile.

"I don't like Quidditch, really. I can't fly a broom."

"Oh," she replied, not knowing what to say. Her parents had never encouraged her wants to ride, because they thought that brooms were for the lower classes, the ones who could not afford better, faster means of travel. Of course, she was raised to follow the sport, and the Flecthers never missed a high-profile game, so she knew the theory of it all, but never really had a chance to ride. "I've always wanted to learn that, flying," she continued with a small smile.

The stop in their conversation came as a relief to Chara, who realized at once that it wasn't an awkward 'I-don't-want-to-talk-to-you' kind, but one that usually happens between - dare she say it? - friends. She was, of course, smart enough to know that they weren't that, or not yet, at least. She let the silence linger until their time ended. Following him back to the house, she let her mind replay their short time together, wondering what the boy was thinking and how she stood in the grand scale of things; did she impress him enough for him to pick her? She honestly couldn't venture a guess, but she had a few more months - hopefully - at Hogwarts to convince him she would make the best wife.

"It was a pleasure, Cavendish," she said, following obediently behind her parents.

Back at their place, the questions came fast and hard: What happened? Did you impress him? Will he pick you? What did you talk about? With a shrug, she told them all she could, leaving out the parts where she lost her temper at him and insulted the Slytherin. The look on her parents face told her they had expected more, but she shrugged it off as she shut the door to her bedroom and lay down on the daybed by her window. It had been a very interesting day, what with meeting her possible future husband and the banter they had exchanged. As she picked up the book she had started the previous night, she opened to the bookmarked chapter and tried to forget.

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