be a little extraordinary

"Sure. I’m actually saying yes. Why not say yes?" He feigned enthusiasm, he could tell from her face that she was pleased he’d agreed and it made him feel guilty for not allowing himself to interact with him more.  He’d be lying to himself if he denied that the two of them had connected on some level. There was something between them that he’d enjoyed, he didn’t want to just shut her out because he felt awkward about being her ex. That would be juvenile and this year Nathan was striving to fully make that transition from boy to man. It wasn’t going perfectly well so far. "Well I guess you better give me your golden apple." He tried to continue this mythological analogy. "Hang on that didn’t really make much sense now, did it?" He said to Gemma with a laugh, a little embarrassed at his lack of knowledge. It was always hard for Ravenclaws not to know everything about everything. It sometimes made them feel like an eagle with no feathers.

Gemma playfully cringed at his piece to the analogy, and with a smile and a small laugh added, "It really didn't." She didn't care that he slipped up on his mythology. What mattered was he caught on to what she said, and she didn't look like an idiot. "But it was a good try!" She added with an encouraging grin and patting his shoulder gently. They were talking like old times, even if it was slightly tenser than before. But Gemma enjoyed it nonetheless. It was comforting.

As he traveled deeper into the forest, Eric could make out the silhouette of a person. He wasn’t sure whether he should be frightened or relieved that it wasn’t something more dangerous, but either way, he didn’t let his guard down. He gritted his teeth and kept his wand ready at his side, ready to fire a jinx if he needed to. He slowed, but continued inching towards the person. Once he was about fifteen feet away, he could tell the silhouette was that of a girl. He felt his shoulders relax considerably. Eric hadn’t realized how frightened he actually was until he released the breath he had been holding. He knew what lurked in the woods. He had made the mistake of sneaking in at night in his fifth year with some of his friends. It hadn’t been a good idea.

Gemma sighed and crossed her arms as she looked at him, "I could ask you the same thing." She took a few more steps to him and paused, "But since you're wondering, I'm just enjoying some of the flora and fauna." She hadn't had a problem telling people the truth, even if they could get her in trouble. But in this case, if she went down, he was going down with her. "Besides," she shot back, "I'm a big girl now. I can take care of myself." She pulled her robes closed and sat in the grass below a tree. The brunette picked a small flower from the ground, from underneath the mess of dead leaves and moss, and began to pluck the petals.

Take a Hike | Eric & OPEN

Gemma didn't know what urged her to enter the forest at such an early hour of the day. Perhaps it was boredom, maybe a little bit of curiosity, but whatever it was, it landed her in the middle of the forest. She had wandered around aimlessly for almost an hour, but enjoyed the scenery as much as possible. The birds, the toads, all of the plant life that was so alive even though the sun had just risen. She took mental photographs of the beauty around her, and stuffed it straight into her "For A Rainy Day" folder.

Eventual tearing his eyes away from his book, Nathan just stared at her for a bit before standing up and shutting his book with his vocabulary list inside. Gemma may make him feel uncomfortable but the girl sure knew how to get something she wanted. He’d been a little offended at her comment about it being just ancient runs but he supposed he felt that way about many subjects he had no interest in. When she nuzzled up against him and gave him those eyes, he really could never say no! He felt like he owed her it, just this once, for all those other times he’d refused and been an ass to her. They were both more than capable on the Quidditch pitch and seemed to have a fair bit in common. It’d seemed at the time that these factors would constitute a base for a good romantic relationship but he guessed they were wrong.

Gemma didn't expect him to agree so quickly; in fact, when he did, she couldn't control her wild grin. "You're actually saying yes?" She asked, making sure he wasn't just getting up to move or anything. She knew she'd get him with the "Quidditch" card. She loved pulling that one on him. "Might as well call me Paris of Troy," she smirked. She watched him get up and head to the exit, and waited momentarily before following him. He was extremely enticing to her, and parts of her regretted breaking up with him. But they just started talking again, she wasn't going to throw him for a loop by telling him that. He was handsome, for all she knew, he had twenty girls lined up waiting to be with him; waiting to sneak under the bleachers to make out, give him hand-jobs, et cetra. 

Time dedicated to working was like gold dust for Nathan, it was great to be able to get his head down without any distractions. He’d managed to block the whole world out for a bit as he settled into reading his ancient runes textbook and scribbling down all the vocabulary he didn’t know. Unfortunately the list was getting rather long already and he was only on the third chapter, he’d have a lot of work to do to memorize it all before the examinations came around. If he could learn this ancient language then modern foreign languages shouldn’t be to hard. It was his aim to become multilingual.

The brunette didn’t understand why he tried to distance himself from her all of the time. He had said they could still be friends when she asked if they could break up, and he agreed. But it’s not like it was her plan. It was a Quidditch thing, and they told her she had to if she wanted to be the seeker, a +1 from her chaser position, she couldn’t be in a relationship with her opponent. At that point, it was important to her, so she went along with it…and here they were. Gemma just wished he would talk to her again. Because truth be told, she still felt something for him; whether it was platonic or not, she wasn’t sure.