#2 - Morning Considerations

Amara usually spent her time in the private courtyard where she was less likely to be scrutinised by passing Professors, but decided to take a stroll after finishing up some basic brewing. She glanced around, already bored with the lack of company, but spotted Lucas over on a bench.

'You're working hard,' she commented. Sitting beside him, Amara stretched her arms and lazed in the shade. Lucas often had lists and notes at this time of year, so she paid little attention to it besides trying to start a conversation. She had slim pickings of those who she could tolerate enough to be social, and Mardling was often a safe bet.

Amara eyed him, then averted her gaze to the grass. 'What's with your aversion to robes, anyway? Don't feel wizard enough to wear them?' she mocked, unable to resist. Not that she was especially fond of them either, also having opted to keep hers in the dormitory once their Charms class ended. But at least she had a noticeable reason of frequently brewing potions or hunting for ingredients. What was his excuse?

Lucas stilled when Amara joined him, though released a sigh of relief when she was simply being conversation. Well, her version of it anyway. He finished up his list, not able to concentrate with her there nor wanting anyone peering over his shoulder. He rolled the parchment and stashed it away in a pocket. Lucas stretched and glanced around the courtyard, noticing a third year from their house over by another bench. He frowned, trying and failing to recall a name.

'Robes are cumbersome.' Lucas shrugged, picking lint off his shirt sleeve. 'Resembling a swooping bat might work for our head of house, but I consider it more effort than its worth on my part.' He didn't have to explain. It was such a useless conversation and his choices of attire were hardly any of her business, but Lucas knew better than to deny answering any Seabrook that's at least attempting to be civil. Plus, she'd sought him out in the courtyard so he could hardly be rude about it.

He was bored and hungry now, glad for the company to help keep his mind of that. Lucas glanced at Amara, considering a question he could ask her in turn, but nothing worthy enough came to mind. He didn't care what she'd brewed recently or if she'd knocked some poor first year into a wall on her way here.

Instead, he eyed the third year Slytherin boy again - what was his name? He was tempted to head over and ask, but that meant walking away from Amara and her presence also intrigued him.