A Lazy Morning (finished)

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Audrey made her way into the Great Hall and yawned. She was wearing a white dress and black leggings with her usual necklace. Today had been a lazy day thus far, and this was the second time she had drifted into the great hall. Her brownish red hair was tied simply away from her face by a white polka dot headband and she wore soft comfy slippers on her feet. today had been a no makeup day, even though her freckles were starting to reappear as she began to come out of hibernation. You could say her overall appearance was comfortable- at least, that's how she felt. Like a good long nap.

It was late morning on a weekend and she had finished all her homework... sort of. She still had a little bit left, but since it was the weekend, she figured she had time to do the work. She looked around curiously to see if there was anyone in particular she wanted to talk to. Today felt new- like something exciting was going to happen. But then again, Audrey was wary of those days. She didn't know if the new thing was going to be bad or good, but she was prepared for anything anytime. That was her, anyway; Audrey Leda Marlowe, the charming and adaptable. She sighed barely audibly before regaining her composure and looking around for this new taste she wanted. Maybe it was someone she didn't know? Maybe it was just something she didn't know...

Her brilliant green eyes caught nothing of consequence and so she decided to sit down with a book at the table. She sat turned on the bench leaning against the table, munching on an apple and trudging her way through something called "A Concise Wizarding History." Audrey believed that if you wanted to achieve anything, you at least had to know the basics of life. That is your past, present, and occasionally a guess at the future.

[lydianowan]

Lydia Nowan had arisen early this morning...for she had much to do. She had plans...plans that had been established almost over a week ago. She, and two of her friends had devised a way to finally get back at one of their rivals this morning. It was nothing too over-the-top, just comical and hilarious.

This so called rival, had obviously been receiving letters just like most anyone at Hogwarts, but this girl had a habit of reading and opening them in front of her boyfriend. They'd never gotten close enough to really hear the details of her letters, but they'd heard enough to know that these letters, whomever they were from, were important to this girl. And Lydia and her guy friends saw this as a perfect opportunity.

So, this morning they had waited for this mean girl to get her mail in the great hall, hiding themselves in the spot that she always met her boyfriend at. And then the plan fell into place. One of the guys in her group, was assigned the role of distracter. And just when this girl had opened the letter and was about to read it, he fell into action. Throwing dungbombs and immediately running into a sprint, the two rose in angry to investigate the source, dropping the letter.

Lydia herself had then done her part, nearly leaping out of her spot to get the letter and trying to stop herself from laughing. But it was to no avail, and she couldn't resist. Immediately jumping back into her hiding spot and trying to get away...Lydia wasn't seen by the two. But her friend that was with her was seen, and the two immediately ran into a sprint.

Lydia managed to round the corner before the outraged, snobbish couple had gotten a good look at her, but mounted in pursuit. To save himself and Lydia, her friend had separated from her and said he'd meet her back in the common room. He got away. But the two were still behind Lydia.

Entering the great hall in a frenzy, a lot of eyes on her, Lydia scanned the room for anyone she recognized, or could pull off talking to. She could see nearly no Gryffindors she closely associated with. In a sort of panic, she laid her eyes on other tables...focusing on Ravenclaw's. Impulsively acting, Lydia quickly sat down next to some girl that was reading. She threw out a sentence, trying to make small talk and act like she'd been here all morning.
"Hello." She said in a friendly voice. "Um...How's the book? You're dress is nice." Her eyes dwindled to the door.

Anyone with even a minor intelligence level would know what Lydia was doing. She was notorious for doing things like this; not just with students her fellow age, but with everyone. But the truth was, although she was seemingly using this Ravenclaw, she did have good intentions. The compliment was sincere. She did like her white dress. And she prayed she wouldn't get caught or that this girl would turn her in. Her eyes met this familiar girl's, and with their eye contact, Lydia desperately begged for cooperation.

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Audrey heard some sort of a scene outside the great hall before she heard someone enter the room. She didn't bother to glance up and gave no reaction, unlike the various other groups, and instead just tensed up. She was a bit surprised when the object of all this attention decided to sit next to her, who was deliberately ignoring her. Audrey raised her head and brushed her red hair out of her eyes, closing her book with a snap. "Well. The book was good." She suddenly caught herself, and realized being diplomatic was a good choice, over being a jerk.

"I'm Audrey." she said, with a smile. Her smile betrayed so much as to say she was no joke, but also that she could be trusted. She made eye contact with her visitor and caught sight of a glimmer of desperation. She took the time here to weigh her options quickly. She could ask what this girl was doing, and turn her in so that she could fall in good favor with the proper teacher. But did she really need that? This girl was a Gryffindor and well... Audrey wasn't one to turn people in. One other option was not to ask and ignore it... but Audrey wanted to know so badly what was going on. Well, she had her ways to find out. But for now, something to let this girl know that she wasn't about to be fickle and turn her in would work in a sentence.

Doubting that her eyes would communicate her intentions, she tried to leave a hint, but something stopped her. She turned to find one of the teachers making their way to their table. She chose to say something quick that the stranger would catch without a doubt. "Let's talk our way through this one." she muttered to the girl right before the teacher arrived. She gave the teacher a brilliant smile as she arrived that tended to dazzle teachers. Luckily, this one was in her good favors. Audrey lied brilliantly to the teacher, explaining that the girl next to her, was simply running from the scene and asking Audrey if she knew who did it. She hoped the girl's name was Lydia, and she was recalling it correctly, because that's what she had called her in front of the teacher.

"Unfortunately, professor, I have no idea who did it, but if you go out there and check I'm sure you'll find the culprit." she said this so delicately, that she was allowing for flattery. She continued, now only for her own benefit with a short sentence. "I hope you catch whoever it is. It'd be horrible if they got away with it." Audrey finished, and swept her hair behind her ears, giving the teacher a smile and a look with her eyes. The teacher was forced to agree with Audrey and leave, when she turned to the girl.

"I really hope your name is Lydia because otherwise as soon as she reports to another teacher, we're completely screwed." Audrey said. "And if you bring me down, well... I won't be too pleased."

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"Well. The book was good."

Lydia's blue eyes widened when the girl replied with hostility, still hopeful that she would get out of the situation but was growing skeptic. But the girl quickly changed her her demeanor, telling her her name and smiling. Smiling. That was good. Lydia responded by returning the smile, but her eyes found themselves focused on the door. There was a professor entering, looking as if he was searching for someone...now the staff was involved. Those prats had told.

Almost all the hope Lydia held inside of her of getting out was gone. Lydia had a huge reputation. Most professors knew her involvement in things merely by their intuition, and they were almost always right. Even those professors she'd never had before, were well aware of her as a trouble maker. So, she was going to get caught...probably detention, and a forced apology. The first she would do, the second, not so much. She'd probably refuse, which would land her more detention. Then, that could perhaps jeopardize being able to make it to Quidditch practice and her games...She didn't want to lose that. So, here was her predicament, should she swallow her pride and have to do the dismal affair of apologizing or save herself from such awkwardness but then not get to go to Quidditch?

Her thought process had focused primarily on this when Audrey whispered reassuring words. She was glad, it really made her start to like the girl, for not many Ravenclaws would risk such a thing, but at the same time she wanted to tell her that it was all too late. The professor would probably blame her regardless; she already had the dooming reputation.

But when the Professor arrived by where they were sitting, she was surprised to see his attention focus first on Audrey, and when she began to talk, his eyes stayed on her. Lydia took this to mean she had a very good standing with him; probably a favorite student of his. Lydia nodded as Audrey continued to talk, just hoping the Professor would by her well-thought-out story. Luckily for Lydia, she'd never had this professor before and although all the faculty was aware of her "repuation" he probably was not aware to the extent of if.

By the end of Audrey's words, it was clear that she had done the job perfectly and the Professor had bought it. As he walked away Lydia let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

"I really hope your name is Lydia because otherwise as soon as she reports to another teacher, we're completely screwed."
Lydia laughed a little at this. "And if you bring me down, well... I won't be too pleased."

Ignoring the last comment because it sounded a little hostile, Lydia laughed again, "You were right, it's Lydia. Nowan. Lydia Nowan."A little uneasiness crept over her as she revealed her last name. Although it be completely irrational, a part of her always felt a little uncomfortable when she talked about her father's side of the family and her last name. Even though she had behaved well enough to get her last name a reputation of its own at this school, in the back of her head, every time she revealed her last name she wondered about her sister; Paris, her enemy, and how people would associate her. Did this person know Paris too? She quickly put the common feeling in the back of her head and pushed it away.

Her eyes shot forward to watch the Professor walk out in a rush. "And thanks, a lot. Really." She smiled, her eyes falling back on Audrey. "Not a lot of people would do that." Her voice was genuine and friendly. "Sorry to involve you..." And with that, her voice trailed off. Perhaps now would be a good time to go.

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The girl looked immensely relieved, though a bit stricken by Audrey's hostility. Her reasons for her hostility were not anything... hostile really. She was just a bit perturbed that someone chose to damage her reputation with a teacher, or at least jeapordize it. Audrey worked hard to get to where she was. She tried to make all the teachers be in her good favor, at least the ones she liked well enough. But Audrey also realized, that at the end of the day, her own age group would judge what she became, not her teachers. She didn't just need recommendation letters, but votes as well. That was why she had decided not to rat out the girl and instead to cover for her.

"Audrey Leda Marlowe's my full name. If we're going for formalities anyway. But I go by Audrey." Audrey added in after Lydia added her last name. She never thought to add her last name because she hated the Hogwarts tradition of calling everyone by their last name. It seemed ridiculous to tie someone to their family, especially when your family could be so different from you.

"You're welcome." she said, smiling back. "I'm afraid I might sound angry sometimes, but it's really just that being able to deal with a teacher like that," she gestured to the closing doors of the great hall through which the teacher briskly walked out of to handle the mess, "doesn't come without working on trust. And well, I'm not one to not take advantage of that when I have it, but you know.... if I talk through them too much and they stop catching miscreants, they'll realize something is up."

The name Nowan rang a bell in her mind. There was one slytherin, a sixth year, named Paris Nowan. Undoubtedly, the two of them were related. Audrey wondered whether to question Lydia about Paris, but she knew how touchy relative questions got. She had her own fair share, as one of her siblings, Leo had graduated just last year (with honors, not to mention). Nonetheless... the best way to get information was to just be open about what you wanted to know... and how much could one question hurt?

"So you're related to Paris Nowan in slytherin?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She made sure her face only betrayed curiousity. She didn't want to ruin any future friendship she had with either Paris or this Lydia girl over a mistake. For instance, if Lydia was extremely fond of Paris, then confessing that she was not partial to Paris would definetly not give Audrey the upper hand.

In any case, the question came just in time because Lydia seemed on the brink of leaving. Her eyes had a trace of uncomfortable-itis, and truly, although she might have felt annoyed a moment ago, Audrey really enjoyed the company. She wasn't exactly shy so she had her fair share of friends (more than) and she was pretty well known around the school (very), but new friends never hurt. New enemies on the other hand, were not on her list.

Audrey played it safe in these situations, usually. She refused to take sides until she knew either what side her morals were constituting her to be on, or what side she had to "agree" with to hang out with that person momentarily. This meant muttering an occasional "mmm" or so. All of this meant by no means that Audrey had no opinions. She just chose not to profess these opinions so clearly just yet. She knew to watch things play out before giving her ideas.

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"You're welcome. I'm afraid I might sound angry sometimes, but it's really just that being able to deal with a teacher like that doesn't come without working on trust. And well, I'm not one to not take advantage of that when I have it, but you know.... if I talk through them too much and they stop catching miscreants, they'll realize something is up."

Lydia nodded to this. She was actually kind of used to that sort of treatment from some other Ravenclaw acquaintances, Lydia having such a reputation for being a trouble-maker and all. Lydia Nowan notoriously didn't care about what teachers thought about her...and it often time landed her in extreme trouble. But, this time, thanks to Audrey, she'd avoided it.

"So you're related to Paris Nowan in slytherin?" There it was, the notorious question. Lydia had to deal with this a lot in her earlier years of school, back when people really didn't know her. She didn't really get it much now, but every once and awhile when she was meeting someone new. It was kind of obvious, them being twins and all, but she understood people's curiosity. And not everyone knew their faces. It would seem kind of weird for her to be related to Paris...them, being so much on the opposite ends of the spectrum.

Lydia laughed a little to herself, "Yeah. We're related." She smiled ironically. "And that's just about the extent of our similarities." She laughed again.
That statement wasn't exactly true. Okay, so it wasn't really true at all, but that's how it felt to Lydia. Both girls loved sports, competition, and socializing. Back pre-Hogwarts when the girls were still close and living together, teachers had struggled to tell them apart. But now, even though they were basically identical, if someone were to know both of their personalities they'd never confuse them.

Lydia was the daredevil, out of control party girl, popular troublemaker, and most importantly, bold Gryffindor. Paris, on the other hand, was Lydia's opinion of the epitome of a Slytherin. They did not mix well. In fact, although they'd never gotten in an open fight, they were official enemies. Now Lydia's face went a little more serious, something not typical of Lydia when meeting strangers.

"She and I...well, like you said. She's a Slytherin..." She didn't know exactly what else to say about the subject, so went back to smiling ironically. It wasn't too touchy of a subject...Lydia was proud to show that she was different from her sister whom she'd rarely spoken to in the last six years. But she would rather actually do something to prove that she was different than Paris, not explain it in words.

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Relief flooded Audrey's insides as the girl confessed she didn't like Slytherin. Audrey hated pretending and 'mmhmm'ing when people had opinions she couldn't exactly sympathize with.

"I know how it is.... she's a Slytherin..." Audrey repeated, thoughtfully, as she cast a rather disapproving glare towards the Slytherin table. She hid this well enough too, although she didn't like Slytherins. At all. Firstly, their opinions on things differed, and secondly Slytherin politics was nothing short of sly. They bought, cheated, and lied their way into positions, in Audrey's opinion at least. Audrey on the other hand, struggled to show her best side... and hid the darker bits.

She completely understood this Gryffindor's standing point, in other words. Her father always said she was born a Gryffindor but her clever mind was in the way of getting into the house. Well, that was his excuse, but Audrey knew he was just bitter because he had been a Gryffindor and all of his other children were ending up Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The only Gryffindor sibling of hers had... well, in short, had his life ended for him. Audrey didn't like to talk about it.

"But still, you two look a little bit alike. Just a TINY bit." she added, hoping to bring up their genetic differences instead, and maybe get a laugh out of Lydia. The two were twins, she knew, so maybe Lydia would appreciate the small joke.

Personality was always questionable with Audrey. She believed in the theory of assuming people would do the worst- expect a worst case scenario. She looked down at her nails and back up. Her only luck was this girl apparently didn't know any of her brothers.

"I know how siblings are though. You might be on bad terms now, but you'll both grow up and suddenly, the house lines will vanish. She'll be just... another sister, you know." Audrey smiled.

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“I know, she’s a Slytherin…” Lydia smiled slyly as Audrey spoke these words. She was glad that she at least understood her opinion on the matter. She never knew what to fully expect from Ravenclaws. They so very often agreed with her with it came to house politics but got after her for being so bold and causing trouble…yet, sometimes they thought her antics amusing. Then, there were those, of course, that talked about her behind her back. Lydia was used to it. What did she expect? If she was going dance around causing trouble surely some people weren’t going to like her for it…

Because, the truth was, Lydia didn’t have many Ravenclaw friends, especially females. Internally, Lydia often felt bad about this and struggled a little. But she never made her feelings known. She understood that she was far too competitive and reckless for many girls’ tastes, but still now and again she felt bad about it…realizing that her mind was wondering off, Lydia snapped back into the conversation.

"But still, you two look a little bit alike. Just a TINY bit." Of course, Lydia laughed at this, her smile widening and blue eyes lightening. Yes, their looks. Nearly identical. Lydia smiled as she recalled an idea of using her own looks to land Paris in trouble…but the humor of the moment slowly faded away and Audrey made her next statement.
"I know how siblings are though. You might be on bad terms now, but you'll both grow up and suddenly, the house lines will vanish. She'll be just... another sister, you know." Lydia let out a sigh and tried not to frown. She understood what Audrey meant and was trying to say, but Lydia knew that the idea of any sort of reconciliation with her sister was next to impossible. The lines of betrayal and mistrust were cut too deep. Too many things had happened that would never be undone. Just the thought of reconciliation…sounded ridiculous and entirely irrational. The thought was out of this world. But what was most ironic about her comment, was the “just another sister” part. That was just it. She had no other sisters. Paris was all she once had. Things would never go back to the way they were. Never. Things wouldn’t ever be that simple ever again…

Lydia’s reply to Audrey’s comment was a mere shrug. Brushing off her emotional vulnerability as quickly as possible, she tired to change the subject, smiling and in a friendly tone “Speaking of houses and differences, are you into Quidditch?” It was such a blunt statement, but that was the way Lydia usually behaved; one of her trademarks, actually.

Lydia herself lived and breathed Quidditch. Competition itself was enough to please Lydia but the sport of Quidditch itself was a whole new level. The sport gave her such a natural high. Her position was Chaser, her favorite, of course. But what was truly ironic, is that by playing Chase, Lydia got the chance to score on her sister, as Paris was keeper for Slytherin. Paris was also captain for the Slytherin team. Lydia was sure that Paris was probably thrilled to discover that she was a captain when Lydia wasn’t. But, Lydia brushed it off in telling everyone “You know something’s wrong with the Slytherin team when they’ve resorted to making Paris Nowan the captain.”

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Audrey noted her response to her comment and knew she'd said the right thing. But this girl still didn't trust her quite as much as she liked people to. Of course, that was something that took time and commitment and inter-house relations were always impossible to create trust between. Plus, it was easier with younger people because they were more naive and tended to look up to you to some extent. With people older than you trust was an issue to work on. It was also the most beneficial type of friendship Audrey could find: friends in high places.

When Lydia sighed, Audrey considered what to say. The words on the tip of her tongue tasted foul and she bit them back deliberately. It was no use explaining how house lines didn't matter when it came to death among people close to you, but no one ever took that lesson seriously and Audrey knew it. Plus, she liked to keep her life cryptic. People would think they know her, but they never really did until they inquired into her life rather persistently and annoyed her to the utmost extent, until she gave up. But the saying was, "you fight fire with fire" and that was how Audrey worked. If you wanted to know her, you had to be as intense, persistent and clever in your means as she was.

"Well, I know it sounds inevitable. It did to two of my older brothers too who hated each other back in school. They'd get so cut up fighting each other. It was like a warpath every summer until the older one moved out. And then one year, they visited each other during Christmas, managed to play some Quidditch and they completely remembered all the old times." Audrey said, drawing on another anecdote- the less drastic, more positive one. "They didn't agree on politics, social ettiquette, morals, subjects. I think the only thing they agreed on was favourite colors.... Umm, orange I think it was."

Taken aback by her question about Quidditch, Audrey brought herself back to earth. "I play some. But my mum's a muggle so we live near muggles. It's kind of a touchy thing in my family. But I do play basketball pretty well." she remembered that this girl might not know what that was. "It's a bit like a muggle version of Quidditch with less injuries." she then added as an afterthought, with a nod.

Audrey tapped her cherry red fingers on the table, letting her green eyes stray to the book, where a time line of general wizarding history played out on the cover. She was actually immensely glad for the company because the book was a bit offensive to her opinions on things... she was just maintaining her composure for the sake of not attracting attention while she read it.

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Lydia really wished that they could move on from the subject of her sister to something else; revealing emotional vulnerability was not Lydia’s forte. She found the awkwardness of it unbearable and had difficulty trusting even close friends with such issues. And even when she did reveal emotional weaknesses, she always tended to reveal them in a light mood; acting as if it wasn’t very serious as it actually was. That’s the way she dealt with personal pain, unless she covered it with anger and got herself into a fight or conflict.

She felt helpless; such a feeling she did not enjoy. She wanted to just tell Audrey that it wasn’t just about house differences; it was more than that. The cuts were deep; too deep. There had been so much betrayal. The two had grown so much apart. They might as well never been sisters. There was nothing there to bind them together…and the tension between them only continued to grow. But how could she expect this younger Ravenclaw to understand? She based her decisions and opinions on logic…

But what Audrey revealed next shocked Lydia. She had not expected her to have a background of similarity… and as she continued speaking, Lydia couldn’t help but let her face fall. So her siblings had resolved their problems? Just like that? No. That wouldn’t happen for her. Audrey didn’t have the same situation as her…there wasn’t the divorce, or perhaps there was? Well, whatever her situation, the burning anger wasn’t the same. Her siblings had at least managed to play Quidditch together…The only time Lydia and Paris managed to do that was at school where Lydia put her heart into beating her, and subtly rubbing it in her twin’s face when she scored on her. There was a lot of anger during those games…

But she couldn’t help but laugh when Audrey made her comment about their favorite color…it was humorous, although Lydia felt it implied little to her own situation with Paris. She understood what Audrey was trying to do and appreciated it, but truly didn’t like the uncomfortable feeling she was getting. Lydia wasn’t very used to this. She was always the party animal; hopeless competitive girl; that blonde with the reputation. She preferred it that way; life was more exciting and less painful. And never boring…In Lydia’s thought process, boring led her to think of what was not boring, which brought her to Quidditch, which led her to ask Audrey if she played the sport. After hearing Audrey’s reply, she found it odd that Quidditch would be a sensitive subject to her family, even after considering that the two feuding siblings played. However, she decided to put the concern away and focus on something more fun.

“Oooh…I’ve never heard of that.” Lydia replied in reference to basketball, thinking that she’d have to look into it later. “But I do play some muggle sports myself.” Her eyes lighted up as she began, nothing could get Lydia talking like sports. “Rugby is amazing, but my favorite is football. Have you heard of it? It’s a lot like Quidditch too. The Muggles here in Britain go crazy for it. You should see the stadiums they fill; just like Quidditch games. They’ve even got leagues and clubs and such. They’ve got teams like Newcastle, Manchester United, and my personal favorite, Arsenal.” She smiled widely. “It’s not as brutal as Quidditch, but requires a lot higher of a fitness level. In my favorite position, midfield, you’ve got to run to the whole game; a great majority of it is sprinting…” She let her voice trail off, smiling as she thought about the sport. Even if Audrey did know what the game was, she still liked talking about it.

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Audrey saw Lydia's next look and decidd a change in subject was in order. To close the conversation about feuding family members, she simply said, "All I'm saying is although you don't agree on anything in life- there might be something you both enjoy that you can do together." Audrey noted, "Like Quidditch."

She quickly changed the subject then, in order to stay off of it and let Lydia mull over the conversation a bit without having to frown some more. "Of course I know rugby and football." Audrey laughed, "What kind of a muggle-and-wizard culture abiding citizen do you think I am? I used to play football... way back when." she smiled.

"In fact... I was a midfielder. It was good fun to say the least." she finished. Audrey, although nowadays her Quidditch was restricted to non-competitive and her basketball and football were done in the summer, was a sport loving fanatic. Competition was something she did thrive for, and so sports were a perfect outlet before she could run for any class offices. She had the form for sports too, as she wasn't fat and she was fast. In fact, her early life sports addiction had left her rather toned and well- the opposite of ugly. She did recieve just a little more than her fair share of attention for it, but Audrey never paid much mind. She could deal with love after she became a successful genius.


It occured to Audrey after a moment that she had said all of her past ten or twenty sentences without thinking through it. That worried her, being spontaneous was not like her. Audrey was fun to be around and she was good conversation, but she was never spontaneous, even if it looked that way. Sure, she could improvise like any pro, because that was necessary, but spontaneity was a talent she lacked, especially in everyday conversations.

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Glad that the Ravenclaw had finally moved on from the topic of family feuds, Lydia listened as Audrey replied to her comment about football. She laughed when Audrey finished speaking.
"Oh, of course! Your mother is a muggle; you just said that!" She giggled once more. Lydia really needed to focus more on the details of what other people said... She mockingly sighed, "I have the biggest problems with short term memory." She laughed again. Lydia was well known for her laughter and spontaneousness, and her behavior with this girl was no exception.

She smiled at the thought that Audrey too liked Midfield. Lydia definitely loved that position the most. Midfielders got more ball time, and more opportunities to prove themselves. Not only did they get to fight off defenders but they also got to fight off fowards. It was more involving; more exhausting, but still loads of fun. Lydia admittedly often got too aggressive when playing the sport...and she had little doubt that if she were to play in a muggle league she would probably been eventually rewarded with a red card...or two. That would result in a lot of games on the bench...

She took a second to reflect on what Audrey had said about her sister, internally, getting angry; not really with Audrey, but with the situation. Would anyone ever understand? It wasn't so simple, but surely everyone thought that it was just the "One girl's a Gryffindor the other ones a Slytherin" syndrome. But it wasn't! She was about to get all worked up about it when she realized that she was still here talking to this Ravenclaw. Thankfully enough, she had hid her feelings well inside and she was confident they had not shown on her face.

Lydia then proceeded to talk more about football. She was actually quite thrilled that she was talking to someone else who liked the sport. "But really, I truly love football. Every time Arsenal plays Manchester United..." She let her voice trail off, smiling widely as if picturing the scene. But then, before speaking her next words, she seemed to get a bit more serious,"But nothing beats Quidditch." She said it as if it were a declaration, and she meant it.

Lydia's eyes now landed on the Gryffindor table, curious to see who was there. After spotting a familiar face, Lydia's eyes instantly went wide as she remembered how she had even landed up on the Ravenclaw table. She turned to face Audrey directly, realization showing in her face. "Oh...I-I'm really sorry but I have to go!" She said, beginning to stand up. She'd promised to meet her friend back in the common room, and she still had no idea if he'd been caught or not...Had those two Slytherins seen his face? She couldn't even remember...she guessed that if they had, they probably would have snitched. She didn't' want to ditch her brother in arms; they had plans.

"Thanks again." She muttered, referring to how Audrey had bailed her out. "I'll see you around?" Her last line was meant to be a question, but with the rush she was in, it sounded more like a statement.

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"Yeah. She is."Audrey replied. "It's okay though. We all forget the details of things anyway." She wondered why she had taken the time to talk to this Gryffindor. An introduction would really have done the trick. But nonetheless, she was glad. A new person- or a new character in her life was always like a hidden opportunity really. It was nice to get to know someone a little better than hello.

Audrey listened to her go on a bit about football. She understood, honestly. There was a certain thrill to sports that people loved. She herself, hated watching them. She felt an almost ridiculous jealousy for it and wished she were playing every time she watched a game. You could say she was a bit of a show off but she really didn't do it to show off. It was obvious when she played a sport, or did anything in front of people for that matter, that she really just loved the thrill aspect of playing.

Audrey didn't give herself a chance to reply, other than an "uh-huh" before she saw Lydia's eyes start to wander. She had been so lost in her thoughts, that she forgot to answer, basically. Seeing her eyes alight with some sort of a forgotten revelation, Audrey accepted her goodbye. "No problem. I'll see you around." Audrey finished, using the same question Lydia had said as a statement, as Lydia left.

Audrey took her book off the table to start into it again but found herself incapable. Her mind felt a bit tired and worn out. It had really been a long week and a restful weekend was something she looked forward to. She had finished her apple and now that talking to someone wasn't keeping her here, she considered taking a nap upstairs, or at least resting a little. She took the initiative that no one was coming to talk to her and went upstairs.