Topic: Freezing and Thinking

[w i n t e r]

"So you're half french?" Al interrupted. "Sorry for what I said then..." he apologized.

Smiling, he said, "On with the story, or is that it?"

[potter_fan122]

Stacey nodded as Al asked if she was French. "I almost didn`t get to come to Hogwarts. I`m glad my dad persuaded her into letting me come."

She nodded again. "That`s my story. I could go into detail, but I boubt you want a minute-by-minute discussion on my live." she rolled her eyes. "Besides, I don`t think I can even remember all of the details." She muttered, running her hand through her brown hair.

[w i n t e r]

"Beauxbatons instead, right?" he asked.

"Well, I'd prefer if you continued. Nothing better than stories. Except spellbooks, of course..." he said, muttering the last part. He smiled his brilliant smile, his eyes twinkling.

[potter_fan122]

Stacey looked down to the ground, her eyes shifting to a darker grey. "I`d rather not go into detail, it you don`t mind." She said softly, scuffing her shoe against the bare ground.

She had hardly know this man for an hour and she had already spilled out her life story besically. She didn`t know why, she just fel like... she trusted him.

[w i n t e r]

Al smiled. "Then don't," he said with a laugh. "A story for either another time, or never at all."

Al stretched a bit, and looked around.
"Do you have the time, Stacey Gray?" he asked.

[potter_fan122]

Stacey watched Al as he stretched and asked for the time. She slowly looked to the sky and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"It`s just after one." She said, opening her eyes to the cloudy sky.

[w i n t e r]

Al smiled. "That a power too?" he asked. "Or do you just excel at astronomy?"

He chuckled, and said, "Well, what now? You've told me about your love, your parents, your history, and your power. What's left to know about Stacey Gray?"

[potter_fan122]

Stacey smiled and shrugged. "It`s a combination of astronomy and pure senses." She explained.

She looked down to the ground again, pushing her shoe against the ground again. "I have a nasty temper and don`t forget things easily." She offered. Why was she being so open with this man?

[w i n t e r]

"I see. The sun is a little off from its midpoint. Your senses are great," he said.

"I can get the nasty temper, but your memory? I have a decent one, but only for things that matter. If it's unimportant, I'll forget. Never remembered to turn in homework, but I did it," Al said with a smile.

[potter_fan122]

Stacey laughed softly. "What subject did you teach? You seem able to defend yourself enough from the Dark Arts, but you also seem to have a demanding accuracy and want things to be right and figured out. Potions maybe?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.