Simon Crow

Merlin, you make it way too easy for me.

Uh, I do...? With... what, exactly?

… do you need help?

Yeah, pretty desperate. But I think I just made my tutor quit, so... 

Hey, Emily.

I've been great, thanks. How about you? 

Liz! Hi! This one? Okay... Wow, that's really yummy. Thanks.

Wow…I guess that’s cool…

... I mean, out loud it sounds kinda lame... I guess it's not as interesting as I thought...

"I feel obligated to at least not hate the color green, being a Slytherin and everything. But yeah, it’s a really pretty color. It looks good with my eyes," Pierce said with a grin on her face. She realized that she must have sounded like a girly, girl at that moment, but she didn’t care. Pierce wasn’t one for looks. She watched as Simon looked at the ground while he walked. She sometimes did that. Pierce smiled a bit. "Pink is a good color. She has good tastes. I don’t think everything I own is pink, but some of it is. It’s good that you’re close enough to your sister to know her favorite color. I don’t think mine would tell me if I directly asked her," she said with a little sarcasm. Pierce and her sister had never gotten along, but that didn’t bother her. She wasn’t ever going to get along with her family and she had accepted that. "Well that’s good. Sometimes doing nothing is good." She kept her head forward. "I stayed here. After the end of last year and the battle, I didn’t want to go home. So I wrote to my parents and told them I wasn’t going to be going home for the summer. Lucas Burwell and I stayed in France. So I stayed in the castle over the little break." Pierce matched his pace. The coldish wind was whipping through her hair and she was a bit chilly at this point, but she didn’t care. Butterbeer would warm her up in no time. The doorway to the Three Broomsticks was right in front of her, but she looked to Simon first.

Simon nodded, his face falling for just a moment as he remembered what had happened the year before. The noises, the rubble, the fighting... and the blood. It wasn't something he cared to think about, though he did so often. They'd lost students when the Obscura attacked. He tried to shrug it off, reminding himself that this was the present and he was safe. Besides, he was supposed to be enjoying a nice outing with Pierce. And she didn't make it at all hard to enjoy. She was interesting and funny, and it seemed they had more in common than Simon had anticipated. The breeze bled through his coat, and Simon put his hand around the ancient (and very grimy) door handle leading into the little hot spot for Hogwarts students. He swung the door open and stood holding it for Pierce, catching her glancing back in return. He blinked. "What? S'there something on my face?" He rubbed at the side of his nose bashfully. Back home he was almost always covered in some kind of earthy stain. The hazards of working on a farm...

She tried not to blush when he hugged her, but she couldn’t help her cheeks from turning red. If you had told her months ago, she had feelings for Simon, she would have thought you were crazy. Not that there was anything wrong with her, but Pierce didn’t really do relationships. Or like people. Skylar and Lucas had been pushing it. But now she almost seemed to have more friends than she knew what to do with. “No problem. I mean—” she bit her lip nervously. “I’m not really that into Quidditch. I barely know what Lee was talking about half the time. I just know some of the basics. Since I grew up with my sister playing football. And I’m not all that fond of flying. But it was nice.” Pierce didn’t want to mention that this was her first match in her seven years of being here that she had gone to. She didn’t want to seem like a terrible person. “Yeah, but green is a pretty color!” Pierce grinned at him. “It’s my favorite color. That and pink.” Pierce walked beside him with a skip in her step. She was pretty happy at the current moment. “Oh, I love snow. I kind of just like being outside. Sometimes the castle is stuffy.” Pierce watched the village get closer and closer with each passing second. “So what have you been up to recently?”

"You're serious?" He asked, grinning lopsidedly. "Green's my favorite color too." Simon nodded his head, looking at his feet as he walked. It wouldn't be too convenient if he tripped and smacked his face on the walking stones. Whatever agility he had in the air, it didn't apply to solid ground. He was about as graceful as a drunken penguin, unfortunately. "Pink's my sister's favorite, too. Pretty much everything she owns is pink." He mulled over the past week or so in his mind, pressing his lips into a fine line and looking up at the wispy clouds. He hadn't really been leading a life of intrigue lately. When he wasn't practicing his broom to splinters, he was pretty much just doing typical student stuff. "Hm, not much," Simon shrugged. "I went home for those couple of days the elves were gone. Spent some time with my gran and the dogs. Sorry, I'm not all that interesting." He chuckled some, shooting her another doofy grin. Up ahead, he could hear a few of the younger students that had beat them to the village playing Exploding Snap. They passed by the sign near the road announcing their entrance into Hogsmeade, and Simon swore he could smell the Three Broomsticks calling to them. "What about you? What'd you do with your break?"

What’s pretty cool?

This book. It's just got like a bunch of different animal facts. Like giraffes have as many bones in their necks as we do, and dogs' noses are like people's fingerprints... Just stuff like that.

Pierce smiled when she made her way over to Simon. He looked adorably dishevelled, but she didn’t want to say that out loud and make him uncomfortable. Pierce still wasn’t sure what this was, but that didn’t matter. She planned on having a good time. She smiled at him nervously. She tried to seem like she wasn’t as nervous as she was. Pierce knew that Simon liked and was really good at Quidditch, that much was true from what she heard around, but Pierce had never even been to a game. It hadn’t really been her strong point, flying. But she has admired Simon’s skills in the sky. “That’s— alright,” Pierce said smiling. “There are way too many blonde people in this school,” and then she didn’t really know what to say. She just smiled at him and then gave him a small hug. “So, congratulations. On the game— I mean. You did a good job!” Pierce said nervously. “I mean— I don’t really know what was going on, only really listened to the commentary, but er— that’s, alright. Yeah?” Pierce was more nervous than she realized. “Come on, we better get going before we’re not the only ones who want to have a nice Butterbeer or two.”

He put his arm around her and pressed her lightly to him, returning the hug she'd given him. It hadn't really been expected, but it was nice. Her hair smelled nice, like shampoo. Which he hoped wasn't creepy that he'd noticed... He smiled. "Yeah? Heh, thanks." He ran his fingers over the hair at the back of his head, rubbing his neck in a fidgety sort of way. "No yeah, that's fine. Sometimes it's hard to see what's what, anyway. When I sit in at games I usually have to listen to Jordan. Especially hard to tell Slytherin and Ravenclaw apart, y'know? Both of 'em got dark uniforms." He bit his lip, realizing he was probably rambling. And if he was rambling, he was bound to be boring. He bobbed his head to her suggestion. "Good idea." He turned and headed around the outside of the pitch with her, aiming for the usual worn path to Hogsmeade. He glanced up at the sky for a minute, then adjusted his jacket. "Hope it snows soon. Always looks nice with snow." He muttered.

Is This a Date? | Simon & Pierce

After the match, Simon had done his best to make himself somewhat presentable. He'd shimmied out of his uniform and into his regular clothes as fast as he could, trying to get the wind and the sweat out of his hair. In the end, after quickly throwing water on his face and shoving his fingers through his hair, he looked normal enough. Disheveled, but not indecent. He jammed his wallet into his pocket and made one final attempt at smoothing down his shirt when he walked back towards the crowds of celebrating and grumbling students. He already felt like he'd made Pierce wait too long. And what if she didn't like Quidditch? She could have been sitting there, bored out of her mind the entire time. His head turned this way and that as he scanned the herds of students still milling around the pitch. At his height he had a fair vantage point, but it seemed a bit difficult to find Pierce. As it turns out, there were a lot more blondes at Hogwarts than he had previously assumed. Soon enough, he heard his name being called, and he roved his eyes in the direction of the voice. He grinned, his eyes finally landing on Pierce. "Hey!" He raised his hand over his head and gave a wave, making his way carefully through a squadron of younger students directly in his way. He jogged over to Pierce, still grinning his usual stupid grin. "Bit of a hard time finding you. Lot of people came out for the game today. Sorry if it took me."

I don’t think I’m all that interesting. But that’s— erm, sweet of you to say. I’ve missed being able to talk to you. Now that I’m caught up with stuff, you’ll see me around a lot more. Erm— yes! That sounds like fun. I’d really like that. Can I come cheer for you, or— do you want me to, erm, not go?

Yeah, yeah! You can come to the game if you want, totally. No promises that I won't suck, though. Do you like quidditch?