Taking your number

It was the end of the year once again; the school expelling the students for the summer out into the world to empty their minds of everything they learned during the previous term. Somehow the ride from the castle down to Hogsmeade Station always seemed shorter than the ride towards the school at the beginning of the year. Or at least, that was the way it seemed to one Gaspard Kylar. Which was strange because he liked both carriage rides equally not minding in the least if he was heading to school for another year of learning or home to find some other pursuits to occupy his time that he enjoyed.

This year however, Gaspard was looking forward to securing a train carriage and dragging his Slytherin friend in to spend some time with. Normally he wouldn't begrudge the girl her usual car that she shared with her fellow snakes and friends. He wanted to ensure that he didn't miss her and the two of them passing by. While he knew he could have owled her what he wanted to tell her, he preferred the personal approach. This way he would know she'd received the message and it didn't get lost. Or forgotten.

Sighing, the teenager stayed rooted to the doorway of his train car keeping an eye out. He'd already given his new mobile number to Karan so they could keep in touch. Of course he'd had to explain that his last phone had been victim of an accident. He had forgotten to turn it off and take out the battery at the beginning of the year. Thankfully his father had owled him the number to the new one that was waiting for him when he got home. Hopefully, he'd be able to pass the number off to Mimosa and Mercy as well.

To have someone practically thrown into him, was not something Gaspard had ever expected. Sure, his housemates would sometimes try to trip him when he was reading or some such thing but it was more of a game. This was anything but. This was one of the things that the teenager despised about those his own age. It was likely the one of the myriad of reasons the number of people he called friend and returned the sentiment could be counted on one hand.

Grunting from the impact, he blinked even as his brows and mouth turned down into a scowl from the incident. His expression cleared as he glanced down at the girl who clearly was reacting much better than he would have in similar circumstances. Arching his brow, his mouth twitched up slightly. "Hello."

Perhaps he really out to pay more attention in his classes for the girl was vaguely familiar. The only sure thing he knew was that they had classes together and that she was not a Ravenclaw. Holding his hand out for her to take to help her up, he quickly retracted it afterwards. "I take it your intention wasn't to be sitting in the middle of the hall for any sort of protest or by choice?"

Blinking, Gaspard had no idea what to do when the girl had smiled back at him. It took him aback as he was usually met with cold shoulders. Nodding to her answer and comment. Then when she apologized some of his mother's rearing kicked in and he replied back, "Nothing for you to apologize for. It wasn't as if you asked them to do that."

That would have been bizarre. Taking another look around he sighed not seeing either girl he had been waiting for. Glancing back towards the one in front of him, he moved a bit so if she wanted to get into the compartment she could. Hating that he could speak just fine in class, the common room, and even to perfect strangers when he interacted with them when he was with his parents; yet trying to talk to a classmate one on one? It was painful because he had no idea what to say and most of the time didn't really care. However, it would have been rude of him to ignore someone after they'd been hurt? in front of him.

"If you haven't a seat yet, you can join me? If you want." Of course more than likely she had friends waiting for her or would prefer to enjoy the ride home without having to interact with someone who couldn't even think of something to say to her?

Despite the other teen's warm behavior, Gaspard didn't find himself relaxing at all. There was a sense of deja vu as she made herself comfortable. Not sure what to say, he nodded at her thanks and decided that he should just go with it. It seemed it would be his fate to encounter females that were forces of nature. He had noticed the same when it came to the train. There were either people he wouldn't want to sit with nor did he want to sit with the first years. He hadn't wanted to sit with them when he had been a first year. As for the older years, they thought they were smarter and didn't like those younger than them. Or at least, that was his experience.

"Gaspard," he returned as he sat across from the girl eyeing her. She was...different. It wasn't uncomfortable per se, but then, he'd just met her. He liked what he'd encountered so far. She reminded him a bit of Mercy.

"Where are you headed for the summer then, if you don't mind my asking?" He knew that some people didn't just stay home or some had to take the train from school just to return to Scotland because of tradition. One he still found rather archaic.

A smile of amusement was pulled from the teenager without his accord at her answer. Obviously they were headed to London, but he had to give it to her. If it had been anyone else and said with less humor the answer would have annoyed him. Never mind that just a few years ago he would drawled the same reply albeit in a more sarcastic and 'duh' manner than Maya had accompanied with an expression that implied what he thought of their intelligence level.

Gaspard's interest was piqued once again hearing the girl didn't live with her parents. And a match? So her brother was an athlete then? He had never met anyone (that he knew of) who was related to someone whom made a career of playing sport.

"Wales," he replied honestly seeing no reason to beat about the bush. If he was going to be staying at home was another thing all together. Usually he looked forward to going home but now that his mother was pregnant, he wasn't so sure. His mother wouldn't be going on location or consulting. Neither did it seem his father would be leaving her for his own business conculting or location jobs. If anything, Gaspard might be spending a lot of his time aboard the knight bus travelling to the different historical sites in Wales.

"I don't think my parents would trust me on my own unsupervised for even a few days." Gaspard thought she was a bit lucky. It wouldn't have been because they didn 't trust him, far from it. They did trust him, but they knew their son and didn't trust that his curiosity wouldn't bite him in the arse or unknowingly end up over his head.

"What's that like? Living with your brother and sister-in-law?" He couldn't even imagine.