Chilaxing......

Jethrows first days back have been hecktic. Worrying about classes, finding old friends and settling down. He thought he'd take a load off at The Great Lake.

As he wondered down the once familiar trail to the lake, he notice the intenxe smell of the forest. Pine, dirt, and all around fresh air. It's sort of gave him the feeling of camping, an activity the muggles do with the muggles did with their families. The trail he traveled was a rocky one. Loosing his grip a few times he decided to take it head on.

As he ran he felt the brisk air against his face, a feeling he longed to have again.

He was finally at the great lake. It's still waters amazed him as they once had before in his first years. He chucked a few rocks then kerplunked onto the damp soil. Using his cloak as a blanket on the hard ground, he brought his knees to his chest . He breathed deeply and wondered the week ahead held for him.

((Remember that it would be first few weeks, not days. ;D))

Salem had not been on her own since she had discovered that the Death Eater who had attacked her was the new Divination teacher. But it was hard to do anything without friends when you wanted to be surrounded by people. Frankly, without friends, very few people tolerated you cowering behind them. So the selective mute made her first venture out on her own in a week or so.

She had decided on the Lake for the fact that at least it offered some fresh air and some aquatic vegetation to ogle. As a pacifist, Salem was fond of plants. So delicate, so breakable and vulnerable. So very much like her. A funny way to describe the goth girl. Goths often seemed strong and uncrossable, tough and ready to suck your blood or something. In all aspects, the stereotype failed her.

And so the figure cloaked in darkness crossed through the light grounds, sunlight toasting her ever-pale face. It was probably one of the last days of sun before snow settled. she predicted snow by the end of the week. She passed the looming Durmstrang ship, staring at it as she passed. The distraction was so great, she did not see the boy in front of her and immediately ran into him.

It seemed this was how she met every new person. Poor Nerissa had left their meeting with a head injury to remember her by. Salem remembered this and immediately reached out to steady the boy, looking up to see that this was a Slytherin boy. She immediately released him and backed away slightly, staring fearfully up at him. She fished for her wand and pointed her wand at the sand, gouging the words, Sorry! onto the sand. Just because she could not speak, did not mean she could not not communicate...

While picking himself up and collecting himself, Jethrow notice the look of great suprise/ scaredness on the girls face. While wiping himself of he looked down and also noticed the message the girl left on the sand. Thinking it was a game he wrote back. "No worries", he replied. He then sat back down and gazed off intensley into the wilderness across the Great Lake. Then began to speak.

"Its ok, unlike some of my fellow Slytherins, I like thee other houses." he said., as he threw another rock into the Great Lake. He then tried to skip them.

He stood up once more, and saw the message again. Wondering why she had wrote the message in the sand. "Why would she write in the sand when she could just blurt out the words " I'm sorry" like every other person in the world.". He then thought, "Maybe she has some sort of disability, which causes her not to speak. Well she couldn't be that socialy awkward to not speak at all. What a weirdo!"

Then he thought an awkward silence should fall into play here. He then sorta gazed over at her, gave a quant smile, then looked away.

"What the hell is going through this girls head!"