Personality

Ondrea slowly made her way around the trophy room, looking over the various awards. The girl decided that she liked this room - it wasn't as crowded as a lot of the other places inside the castle. Furthermore, it was interesting. She recognized many of the names from her History of Magic text.

She tried to imagine what it would have been like to attend school with such people and failed. She'd probably stammer and make a fool of herself, anyway. Ondrea always stammered when just about anyone outside her family was around.

It was just her personality to be nervous, she supposed.

Lazer was just passing the trophy room, when he noticed a girl in there, a girl he had noticed, but did not know her name, he knew se was a 3 rd year Ravenclaw, but that was all.

Lazer decided to go in and talk to her, maybe she was interesting, and if she wasn't, he would just leave her there, it was easy, it was what he usually did. He walked up to the girl and stood really close to her.

"Booh" He all but whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

Ondrea let a startled - and rather undignified - screech, almost instantly putting distance between herself and the boy who had come out of nowhere.

"B-bloody h-hell!" she exclaimed, angry at him for intentionally startling her. She didn't even try to say anything else, just yet - she was too busy trying to calm her breathing.

"Woah, calm down there." Lazer said and smirked, his intention was not to scare the living out of the girl, but it had been rather fun to watch when she had jumped.

The girl looked like she was going to have a heart attack, and Lazer felt kind of bad, but yet, not enough to show. He wasn't even going to ask hr if she was okay.

"Good day, my name is Lazer. I would say that I did not intend to startle you, but that would be a lie, and one must not speak lies you see." LAzer said and smirked at the girl.

Bloody typical boy! thought Ondrea, not without spite. Her brother Owen took a little too much pleasure in teasing her also.

"N-not the m-most polite way t-t-to intr-troduce y-yourself," she responded, her reproval pretty much cancelled out by her stammering.

Incorrigible...

"It's On-Ondrea," she told him. "I-I'd s-say it's n-nice to meet you, b-but th-at wouldn't q-quite be true, e-either." Her heart was only just slowing to more normal pace.

The girl is feisty, kinda, almost, without the stammering.. Lazer thought and smirked. He was right, if she wouldn't stammer so much, she would have been quite imitating.

"It's almost a pleasure to meat you, Ondrea." He said and reached out his hand , expecting the girl to take it.

"Did you know, that you stammer a lot? or did you not notice until I told you?" He asked, he wouldn't say he was teasing her, he was just stating the obvious.

Ondrea glanced at his hand for a few seconds. It was one of her least favorite customs, shaking hands. For Merlin's sake - she hadn't the slightest idea where that hand had been. Finally, she took it, but only long enough to give a couple of shakes before letting go again.

She gave a derisive snort. "Y-yeah, um, after a few years, y-you sorta notice s-something like that," she replied. "Did you know, y-you tend to st-state the ob-vious."