Somewhere New

Aragorn slipped inside of the abandoned girl's bathroom, yawning and stretching as he settled down into a corner. He had been in there a couple times before, though nothing exciting had ever happened. He pulled out a book, his infamous trademark, and began to read like he'd never have another chance.

He had been awake since the end of first term, missing all of his ruddy classes, and he'd only barely convinced the new mediwizard to let him out and about the castle during breaks. He was looking forward to seeing his friends.

He smiled happily, drifting into sweet bliss.

Catalina was walking through the corridors. She had managed to get a free period and felt blessed that she was not stuck in the stuffy classroom for once. She was walking towards the girl's bathroom. When she noticed a person sitting at the entrance. He was reading a book and seemed really engrossed into the book. Usually she would not really approach strangers but something about him drew her to him. "Hello you seem really interested in that book." Catalina asked as she indicated the book.
OOC Sorry for the really late reply school got in the way.

{OOC: It's not a problem. I know how it is. :3}

Aragorn jumped and almost threw his book into the air. He wasn't used to being interrupted during his reading time. He took a deep breath and set his book back down in his lap and relaxed. He smiled charmingly in an attempt to recover from his mistake.

"I'm sorry," He cleared his throat and looked down at his book. "Yes it's quite an interesting book." He raised his eyebrows high and held out his hand for her to shake, "I'm Aragorn Hawthorn, and you are?"

She shook his hand and let go. She slightly blushed a bit at his smile but quickly reverted back to her pale complexion.She sat down next to him and brushed her hair out of her face and sighed. 'So much work for sixth years this year... that essay for potions is really killing me." "anyways what are you reading" She said gesturing at his book.

"Eh? Oh my book would be..." Aragorn paused and flipped the book over to take a look at the cover, furrowing his eyebrows. He should remember what it was called in a snap, it must have been shocked out of him. Or his memory was faulty. He cleared his throat and looked back up, "Revolution."

Revolution was a girlish book, written more for teen girls than for boys. It was on the French revolution, the plot circling around two girls named Alexandra and Andi. Andi was a girl from the present day, reading Alex's diary from 200 years ago. It was quite nice, despite the gender focus.

He set the book down in his lap neatly again, "So, you're a Gryffie, eh?"