Nice Weather? (Delilah/Open)

[Delilah Morine]

Delilah grinned. "Ravenclaw eh? How is it over there?" She asked, not really in interest, just trying to keep the ball rolling. He didn't seem upset to be in the house, he seemed ok with it actually. She didn't mind her house, and she was sure she couldn't be the only one who felt like they didn't belong in the house they were placed in. She knew a few people from everyone house, and everyone seemed to warm up easily, and be friendly, no matter where they were from. The Snake sat crossed legged now, seeing as when she tried to talk, her chin bumped into her knees, and besides, she preferred to sit this way. The only reason why she didn't in the first place, was because she didn't want to look like she was copying Dante, she didn't want him to think of her as something as was not.

She also noticed the bright red frisbee going by, and though not completely distracted by it, she didn't mind that he zoned out on it. Students were getting tired, from studying mostly. She grinned, and tried very hard not to laugh at him actually. She would have laughed too, if she knew him a bit better, because then he would know that she didn't mean it in a mocking way, just to have a laugh, nothing was wrong with laughing, and if someone couldn't laugh at their own silliness, she'd be happy to do it for them.

Delilah held her grin as he turned back to her, he seemed relieved about something. She raised an eyebrow and grinned a bit bigger. She laughed lightly when he did, "I've been told once or twice not to judge a book by it's cover." She said, glancing at the book he had with him at the moment. "At least you care about your studies though..." She said, trailing off, saying what she was assuming. Maybe she was right on her previous thought. If he didn't really care as much as other Ravenclaws, maybe he felt like a misfit in his own house too. No, no one was ever restricted to that one house, but it's hard to have friends and such in other houses, because you couldn't be in the same common room, same Quidditch team, etcetera. It's hard to be separated from the ones you love.

[Dante Vroom]

"Ravenclaw eh? How is it over there?"
“It's fine for the most part.” Figuring that would be a sufficient answer that did not tell of his lack of interest in his fellow Raven's. He had no reason to believe many of the house actually got along with him, and admittedly it was a bit disheartening. In six years at the school it shocked him how he was still meeting new people left and right. Perhaps he should be paying more attention to names. Delilah he said in his mind, trying yet again to commit it to memory. If he did not say it to himself every so often he would have made a fool of himself if he ever needed to use the name, or came across her again. He also had to remember it because he could not think of a nickname yet again. Though most of his nicknames went under-appreciated.

Her comment on judging books by their cover reminded him of his mother, it sounded like something she would say time and time again. He also noted her looking over at the dull book that sat next to him, was he as dull looking as the book? In outward appearance it was possible, though he did hope that people considered him more lively in content than the book he was comparing himself to. Though, strangely he really was just comparing himself to a book, and for once not stating it out loud thankfully. He was sure she would think him crazy for such a thought. Every thing only took a moment to run through his mind, and he was back to focusing on the girl talking to him before she was done commenting on his studies.

His mind had rarely gone over to the approaching summer. Mostly because only just recently he had started to make a few decisions about what he was going to do. Decisions that still had to be acted upon, so he figured it best not to talk about them. But again he caught himself in a daydream, thankfully he had not glazed over like before, and did not miss anything that Delilah had said.

“At least you care about your studies”
Yes...caring that's exactly what he cared about. If only he could say such things and mean it. He'd rather have been daydreaming, or playing Frisbee with the younger students. The only reason he studied now was because he needed to, or mum would find a way to make sure he read the books. And really, as long as the book was about Arithmancy, he could survive a few chapters. But more talk on studying bored the Ravenclaw, he could talk to her about that kind of stuff in class or somewhere else now that he had her name in his memory. Delilah.

Where to go next in the conversation was something that took Dante a bit to figure out, he'd asked her the standards, name, year, house, why she bothered him in the courtyard were there many other things she could do at the school? There was one thing that until just recently Dante had no interest in, that he had dismissed, and truthfully was still trying to become interested in. “So Ms. Delilah of house Slytherin,” trying to sound official for no real reason other than to be a change of pace, “have you played Quidditch at Hogwarts?” If she had, it would allow him to find out more on the sport, if not he was no worse off than before.

[Delilah Morine]

( a good nick-name is D.)

Fine. What a general word. If someone was truly happy with what they had, one would use more colorful and tasteful words to describe it. Fine, was so plain and boring, that that's exactly what it defined, something boring, or unappealing. Delilah presumed that maybe that's how Dante felt about Ravenclaw. She wasn't too sure if he had caught her statement on which house she was in, but she definitely caught his. It was one of distaste. And she knew it well. There wasn't anything wrong with Slytherin, but seeing as most of her family (at least on her mum's side) turned out bad, plus they were constantly mean to her, it was only natural to find something disgusting about the house she was in.

Delilah had a trick she used for remember names, not only to connect it to a face, but to use it in sentences in conversation. Of course, not persistently, but enough to keep it fresh in mind, and eventually, ingraining it into the brain. It was simple, and subtle, yet useful, and saved a lot of awkward moments when running into that person again.

It seemed that both of them had a lot to think about. Good thing it didn't take to long to process, only a moment. Back to the conversation at hand. She found his formality amusing. Funny even, she was glad he had humor, and was more than happy to play along. "Well Sir Dante, an Eagle no?," she started, trying not to laugh at herself. This was ridiculous, "not at Hogwarts, but at home I have. How about you?"

The topic of Quidditch reminded her of her father. He was quite the start player when he was here at Hogwarts, a Hufflepuff, the best. He was a Beater, and got hit in the head quite a few times. Now that Delilah though about it, she wondered if that's why he was so quirky and random all the time... Anyways, she had a good arm herself, and enjoying batting a bludger around with her father. How else would they bond? Delilah had gotten hit the arms quite often, which resulted in many bruises, and a couple broken bones.

Which reminded her. She brought her arm into focus. "Quidditch brought this to me." She said, hoping the scar was noticeable now. On the top of her forearm, there was a hint of a scar left. It ran from her wrist to her elbow. "Shattered..." She said, explaining as she went. "Gotta love being a Beater." She said, bringing her arm back. Perhaps he also noted the other scar on her arm, which was on the bottom of the same forearm, running from her elbow to about half way up mid arm. That was a whole different story. She hoped she wasn't talking to much about herself. But she didn't want it to be too silent either. "I'm sort of accident prone..." She said, laughing in a low voice. And did she ever have timing... A frisbee whizzed right above her head once again, and just missed the top of it, causing the hair right at the top of her head to fling forward, as the frisbee landed on top of Dante's book. She ran her hand through her hair, only once. "See?" She said, smiling at her own bad luck.

[Dante Vroom]

“I've never even watched a game.” He wasn't ashamed to admit the truth about his limited experience on the topic. Actually, he had barely ever been on a broom before either, something about it just never sat right with Dante. Though compared to her excitement about the large scar on her arm, and the other marks that it were probably results from the game. He'd never even had a broken bone before, so it was a tough pain to relate to. “I bet that hurt something awful.” He did not even know what a Beater on the team did. He knew various members of the team, but never really learned what position they played, which he probably should have paid more attention to. He was really interested in how Quidditch worked, so he hoped she talked more about it. But he was caught in that he was reluctant to say he was completely clueless on the subject.

When she said she was accident prone, he laughed thinking that it was just this girl being silly. But then, when the Frisbee nearly hit her right in the head he winced. Expecting more of a reaction from the girl than she gave off. For someone who he originally took as rather timid, despite coming up to him, she handled herself rather with the object nearly hitting her. He smiled and laughed at her reaction to it. “Remind me to wear a helmet whenever we hang out,” mocking her apparently unfortunate luck.

He looked over to where the Frisbee had landed, and saw that it was resting on top of his book. He quickly picked it up and from his seated pose he scanned to see who was expecting him to throw it back. When he saw a random student franticly trying to get his attention he thought he'd play a game. He drew the Frisbee back and tossed it as far as he could. It soared rather impressively away from the tree toward the youngster, and far beyond where he and his friends were standing.

“There, hopefully that will make that red little thing stop following us Deli.” He smiled, maybe those kids were trying to hit them; he had seen the Frisbee enough today that it didn't seem paranoid to think that. But now that it was gone, he hoped not to see it back. But knowing the lower years they would probably try to disrupt them more because he threw it rather far. He also figured it was a good time to test out a possible nickname for the girl. If she reacted poorly he could make a note of it before it got ingrained into his mind.

[Delilah Morine]

"Never even watched a game? Ah well, if it's not your cup of tea, then there's better things to do for you." She said, knowing that not everyone was into the most played sport in the Wizarding world. Delilah had drawn her arm back in by now of course, and wondered if he knew anything at all about the sport. He didn't really seem to have much to say, jokingly or otherwise. “I bet that hurt something awful.” She nodded, shivering at the memory of when it happed. "It's a rough sport, I knew that from the start." She said, shrugging. If you didn't have a good pain threshold, Quidditch wasn't something you should be a part of. She knew that well, and lucky for Delilah, her threshold, was increasing steadily.

The girl watched his expression from how she reacted to the frisbee, a kind of smile playing on her lips. He had laughed when she said she was accident prone like she was only joking. She guessed he was proved wrong. “Remind me to wear a helmet whenever we hang out.” Delilah laughed hard, not too hard, but it was pretty funny, and she had just admitted how accident prone she was. She smiled after her laugh, because he had said, whenever we hang out, which meant there would be a next time, and she was very happy to be wanted. She hadn't felt like this in years, she missed having friends.

Delilah watched as Dante threw the frisbee to the rather eager students. The thing had far surpassed them, and landed softly behind them. Not bad... She thought to herself, wondering why he wasn't on the Quidditch team, he'd probably make just as good a Beater as herself. Too bad he didn't know anything about the game. Maybe she'd just have to educate him a little.

“There, hopefully that will make that red little thing stop following us Deli.” "Hopefully..." She said, trailing off. What was that he called her? Deli... like a meat shop... Or had he pronounced it 'dee-ly'... She made a face that was neither a smile nor a grimace, something in between, and she burst out laughing. She just couldn't contain it any longer. "Right on Dan." She said in between soft laughter. She wasn't trying to make him feel bad, but Deli? Honestly, that was pretty goofy. She looked back to the other kids, which had picked up the frisbee already and were tossing it again. They kept glancing at the older years under the tree though, and she was beginning to get suspicious. "I think we're under attack." Delilah said, nodding her head towards the frisbee throwers.

[Dante Vroom]

He could have said a few things about Quidditch as she spoke about it being a rough sport. He knew that much about it. It was actually one of the reasons that Dante had ignored the whole situation in general. Between that and a healthy fear of a broom holding a person in the air, though in the most recent years both fears had subsided. But that was neither here, nor there.

He was happy to see she at least was a little accepting about his never watching a game, in the back of his mind Dante had worried about that particular fact being given. Especially to someone who was so dedicated to the sport. But that was what made this interaction so interesting to Dante. The possibility of learning something new, something that might actually prove useful. How it could prove useful to know about Quidditch was still a little beyond his grasp. Perhaps watch and understand a game, or talk strategy with people. That was the favorite part to most games for Dante, not so much the actual game play, but the strategies that people use, how they work, and more importantly why they work.

"Right on Dan.”
Point taken, Deli was not a name he would be calling her ever again. Dan? How horrible to be put into such a generic name, at least his was unique not many people could have their name condensed down to Del-eye, which was at least how it sounded to him. But Dan was so much more boring than that, it was almost as boring as being called Smith, he was far happier to have a name that was unique, even though it often lead to people making sound effects when he said his last name.

"I think we're under attack."
He could only hope that those little pests would come back and assault them with a Frisbee again, this time he had a few ideas that he could do if either of them got hit with the silly little toy. “Well, if their Frisbee blocks out the sun...we shall sit in the shade.” Fully aware that they were already sitting in the shade did not detour him from making the horrible joke. And really, this girl probably would not get the reference, the only reason he knew anything about it were the movies his father was addicted to. “But,” he paused, unsure if he really wanted to go back to the previous conversation, “what does a Beater do anyway? Aside from get all scarred up.”

[Delilah Morine]

“Well, if their Frisbee blocks out the sun...we shall sit in the shade.”
Right... Delilah hadn't the slightest clue as to what to say to that. It was a bit of an odd statement, but she supposed that should the small flying red object come their way again, he would have a plan to get rid of it. At least that's what she understood, and she was happy believing that. Sometimes ignorance was bliss.

She was beginning to wonder if they were running out of things to talk about, seeing as he went back to the subject of Quidditch. But then again, perhaps he was genuinely interested in the topic. He didn't seem to know a lot about the sport, and maybe he wanted to know more. Well, Delilah was happy to have something to talk about, and maybe educate someone. "Well," she started, "besides getting disgusting scars... A Beater has to protect the other players in the game, from a nasty little ball called a Bludger." She said, wondering if he knew at least that much, if not, he'd have to let her know. "It's kind of like that stupid little frisbee over there, except harder, and it purposely tries to hit the Beaters, and other players." She continued, not trying to blab, but also trying to explain. "Beaters have bats that they use to well... bat the things away." She said, grinning now.

[Dante Vroom]

"Beaters have bats that they use to well... bat the things away."
So a beater was a defensive player. Well the name sure sounded like they did a lot more attacking than defending other players. And a bat? Well that probably could get the ball going quick across the field. Was it even called a field? So many questions, which meant Dante would probably have to read another book before he contemplated actually asking Jax if he could get in on a few practices. At any rate, this girl knew a lot about the sport. Hell it was something she played. He had every intent to drill Delilah with questions so he could learn everything there was about Quidditch.

Or, at least, he would have started asking more questions if he had not caught a flash of red from the corner of his eye. It was that blasted Frisbee again, and this time Dante was more than ready for it. He tilted his head to the side, just enough that it barely cut his ear as it passed by. Once it was past him he straightened up his seated position. His wand had made it’s way to his hand after he had thrown the red object away, and in no time it was out and facing the Frisbee. “Impedimenta” he said, and with that the Frisbee’s flight was slowed to a crawl through the air. He was impressed with his own success. Hitting the flying object was good practice.

The next portion of the counter-attack he figured would look better done silently. He needed to practice silent casting anyway. And any opportunity was a good opportunity. So he silently enchanted the Frisbee to grow. And grow it did, when it was done, the still rather slow object was just a bit larger than a garbage can lid. And it fell to the ground rather clumsily. Surprisingly it left a groove in the lawn when it hit. Good thing I didn’t cast that sooner, he thought to himself, making a note about that interesting knowledge. He could hear the wails of how unfair he just was from the children behind them, and a smile came across his face. “That’ll teach ya to aim for us!” He yelled to them, looking back over to Delilah to make sure she was alright through the little event. “Sure hope they know how to make it smaller” he laughed, only partly meaning the statement.

[Delilah Morine]

Delilah watched as Dante seemed to absorb it all. Was Quidditch really that interesting? She guessed it was because it was new to him, but she honestly wondered why he hadn't bothered learning about it before. She supposed interests changed though, she wasn't always into making friends, but now she longed for them. If helping him learn more about Quidditch was a way to make this thing work, then she would share her knowledge. She didn't know everything, but she knew more than him, and that was enough. For now anyways. "You know, I could probably direct you in the way of some great books about the sport." She said, remembering coming across both technical, and fun versions of the sport, both were great reads. She only threw it out there as an offer, hoping she didn't sound like she was trying to get rid of him, or anything rude like that.

The girl watched as the frisbee flew past Dante, and she was beginning to feel more than perturbed by the flying annoyance. She didn't see Dante pull out his wand, instead, she was glaring down the kids by the courtyard, who were laughing and smiling, and just asking her to jynx them. And really, she was about to, when she heard another voice, "Impedimenta. She watched as the small flying object slowed down, and watched as it grew and hit the ground with a thud. Delilah laughed with delight as she saw the younger children's faces fall.

Delilah was still laughing, "They probably don't... in any case, it'll take more than one rascal to throw that thing now." She said. The frisbee wasn't a small thing anymore, it was rather large and awkward, and a whole lot thicker than how it started off. She brought her laughing to an end, and sighed, "I guess the fun's over." She said, with tons of sarcasm in her voice. The was sure the older students could find something fun to do, that didn't consist of crazy little kids, and that was fine by her.

[Dante Vroom]

He put the kids problems with a Frisbee out of his mind for a short time and made note of her offer of some reading material. More books, great. He never really looked forward to reading much, unless it was an honestly interesting subject. And he was sure most reading on how to play Quidditch was not going to be fun. In fact, remembering the last manual he read on Lacrosse he was sure this would be even less interesting, and more confusing. But, he had wanted to learn, and reading was one way to do it. “That would be great,” he tried to hide the sarcasm in his tone. He had enough reading for Arithmancy to fill up the rest of his year at Hogwarts.

He turned to see the younger kids trying to figure out how they could throw the Frisbee, or even lift it off the ground very well and his smile reappeared. “They just have a new kind of fun,” he paused to look back over at the snake, “figuring out what to do with their 'improved' toy.” He was glad that the Frisbee had passed again, as it seemed to break the ice a bit better than any where are you from? might have done today. Though that kind of introduction would probably come up eventually, it always was important to learn about a person like that.

Even with such a nice day, he could not think of anything more than a conversation. Really, he had not prepared for anything but sitting in the sun and reading. So his mind tried to find some entertainment that would be interesting to a girl that played sports he had no clue about. With no tools at his disposal beyond a book and a hat. He was unable to find anything though, and he gave a small hum in his frustration. But as he did the feeling of a liquid dropped where his neck and shoulder meet.

There was no way that could have been rain, not with the sun out, and being under a tree. So he brought his finger over it and rubbed to see if he could pick up the moisture. He brought it in front of his eyes and saw the bright red of blood. That kid's Frisbee must have cut his ear a bit deeper than he had previously thought. He brought the hand back to the back of his ear and felt around for the wound. Though it seemed like for the most part it had healed over quickly, it was not some wound that was pouring blood around. “Huh,” was about all he could say on the matter.

[Delilah Morine]

Delilah smiled politely. She could tell he probably didn't want to be reading about the sport. If that was the case though, she could just show him. "Great, but if the reading doesn't appeal to you...," she started saying, looking up at the leaves on the tree they were sitting under, "you could simply... not. I won't be offended." And she really did mean that. It was nothing on her if he decided he could do without. But if he was already as clueless as he was, then reading would only benefit him. Or, maybe he was more of a hands on guy, then reading wouldn't help him at all, more so confuse him.

Delilah diverted her attention from the tree leaves to the kids across from them, and she laughed. "Ah yes, fun." She said, knowing that Dante was obviously full of sarcasm. "And definetly improved." She added. She hoped he knew she was also kidding, but of course, Delilah had a curious way of sounding serious when she was only joking around. Only those who truely knew her could eventually tell the difference.

The small girl turned back to the boy, and watched curiously as something red had appeared on his neck. He too, seemed curious about it, and felt around to see where it was coming from, and to see how bad it was. Judging from the 'huh' he gave, it didn't seem to be life threatening, and Delilah grinned. "Nice." She said, very sarcastically this time. "You alright?" She added, she couldn't help it, she didn't like seeing people hurt, and if he wasn't alright, they'd have to fix that.

Going on though, she asked, "So when would you be up for a crash lesson in Quidditch?" She asked, now with a massive grin playing across her lips. She figured she could really have some fun with this. It seemed as though everyone was wanting lessons now, she ran across a girl named Sophia the other day, and she wanted practice. Delilah thought that maybe she couldn't be a half-bad captain for Quidditch. She'd have to talk to someone about that...

The girl secretly hoped that this conversation wouldn't turn into something awkward, but Delilah wasn't always good with words, and seeing as she didn't want to pry into the boy's life, she didn't know where to start, and she didn't exactly expect him to spill his life story to her either. She figured that would have to come naturally, if at all, but he was someone that Delilah wanted to get to know, one way or another.