Enduring Thoughts (open)

-Clink-, the ice in the sweaty glass shifted as it melted and shrank. The condensation droplets slid down the ignored glass to seep into the equally forgotten newspaper. The owner of both wore a troubled anxious frown. For all the attention he paid to the hustle and bustle around him, he might as well have been sitting alone rather than in a crowded pub full of students. His mouth moved but only because he was biting at the lower left inside of his lip. His blue eyes were out of focus unseeing while his thoughts occupied all of his attention. Despite it being weeks, the words of a certain Gryffindor kept going about his head as realization had sunk in. All those unfamiliar chaotic feelings and sensations that he'd been experiencing; he liked Karan. At least, according to Mercy. When he felt when around the girls was completely different than what he felt when he spent time with Karan.

The brooding Ravenclaw was brought out of his thoughts when he realized he wasn't alone anymore. Startled, he had naturally jerked his head backwards, the hand that had been resting atop the forgotten paper bumped his glass. Clumsily he tried to,catch it, but his movements were jerky. -Crash- the glass shattered sending the small left over ice cubes skittering. Heat crept up the teen's neck and he felt it in his cheeks which meant that his face was likely red which was even more embarrassing.

"Lucky that drink was on neither of us," was his dry comment to try and cover up how out of sorts he felt. Quickly he used his wand and vanished the mess.

If he were childish, Gaspard would have stuck his tongue out her, as it was he just shook his head. No, a trek back towards the castle in soaked sugary clothing would not be fun. Pushing the soggy paper aside, he wondered at the Gryffindor. She was a strange one even more so than the other one. It got him thinking of their first conversation at the end of the term when they were on the train back towards London. She had told him about getting a tattoo and he'd wondered even then why she would subject herself to something so...permanent.

Naturally, his curiosity had to be sated so he asked, "Did you get that tattoo you wanted?" Of course what would naturally follow that would be to know what it was exactly she wanted on her body forever and where. If the professors had the girl using something obscure the tattoo as to not give her housemates ideas was another stray thought. This direction of the conversation was much preferable over trying to dissect what he'd been trying to do for the past few weeks.

Another thought came to mind about something else they had talked about. He wondered how that had gone with small children tagging along. Unless they got left behind? That was something he could see. "And did you ever visit any of those castles that you wanted to?"