To be honest...

Rise couldn't help but stare at him as he went absolutely frantic in an attempt to find his hat. It was just a hat, she didn't see why it was so important, and it was surely there, it wasn't like it would be stolen, he had dropped it for two seconds, and then went completely bonkers. Rise stared at him until he emerged from under the table with the hat on his head, before she quickly turned away and started to pick up the books again, piling them on the table. At one point her scarf got caught under a book, and she nearly gagged as it tightened and came up around her throat. She quickly recovered, but not before her upper chest (not her boobs, her chest) was exposed, and the thin scar could be seen traveling down between her breasts and under her shirt.

Rise quickly readjusted her scarf and continued to pick up the books, her face burning with humiliation at the issue with the scarf, unaware that her scar had been so visible. She quickly finished cleaning up the books, and stood up straight, turning to look at the strange Hufflepuff boy. "I'm Rise.." She said softly, looking at him, her arms folded across her chest, not willing to shake his hand.

Hearing Risé gag, Jimmy turned in her direction, catching a slight glimpse of her scar. "Must've been what was causing the itch" he pondered, his eyes momentarily fixed on the scar. When she adjusted herself, Jimmy quickly turned back to the books, hoping she didn't notice his gaze for fear of being branded as nothing more than a pervert.

"The name's Jimmy..." he meekly responded, having regained his composure by that point. He awkwardly held out his hand before quickly withdrawing it when he saw that Risé wasn't going to shake it. Embarrassed, he hastily returned to his seat, pulling his hat over his eyes and pretending to read, hoping that this extremely uncomfortable situation would pass soon.

Rise smiled very slightly when he extended his hand and then drew it back quickly, half running to his seat like he was afraid she was going to bite him.. Bite him? Rise stood, staring at him, half afraid, and half nervous that he had somehow seen her scar, she didn't know how he could have, or maybe he had recognized the name.. because now he looked extremely uncomfortable and was staring at his book, pretending not to notice her. Rise felt like it was a slap to the face, her own house rejected her.. it was very rare for anyone to actually view her as a person, mostly because she was hardly a person.. she was a monster, not that she had ever killed, but anything that changed forms for a night, hoping to kill something.. that was a monster..

Rise could feel what felt like ice flow through her veins. He must know now.. that's why he acted so strongly against her, he must know and was only trying to be polite. Rise could feel herself choking up, and she turned on her heel. "It was nice to meet you Jimmy." She said flatly, her eyes on the ground again as she turned to walk away from his little cove of books, where he could be safe from monsters like herself.

Jimmy felt sick with guilt as he heard Rise speak again. "Oh God no....does she think I don't like her??". Jimmy looked up at her as she moved away, the sight sending pangs of guilt through his heart. Clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, Jimmy spoke.

"it was nice to meet you too Miss Risé....sorry, i'm just...not good at talking to people, no doubt you've noticed that already" His voice steadily growing more and more timid as he spoke. "I hope to see you around some time?"

Jimmy then turned to his books again, not expecting a response as, in his mind at least, why should he deserve one?

Rise stopped when he spoke, shocked to find he was still speaking to her. What the hell was with this guy? Was he playing games with her now? Pretending to be all friendly and sh!t.. Whatever it was, she was slightly annoyed, so she turned around, half expecting to see him sitting there, laughing at her anger, laughing at her inability to be human.. laughing at HER..

But what she saw when she turned around wasn't what she thought she would.. He sat there, face buried in a book, looking.. ashamed, or guilty, or.. something.. but not amused, far from amused. She frowned and stood there, slightly speechless. Who was this guy? Why was he nice? She stood there for a long moment before she took a few steps forward, and then moved to sit right across from him, not looking at him she gestured to the books. "What the hell are all these for anyway?"

Jimmy was totally caught off guard by her, "She's actually talking to me again?". He stared at her for a moment, not believing what was happening. When he finally regained composure, Jimmy responded to her question.

"Oh...um...I..I like to read..." he said, her phrasing of the question making him a little nervous but he shook it off. Jimmy then looked back down at his book, smiling a little, grateful that Risé hadn't run away from him. Realizing he was being rude by staring at his book, Jimmy looked back up, pushing the book to the side and thinking "I can always read later, I guess".

Rise watched him out of the corner of her eye, as he looked up startled. She hadn't meant to startle him again, but she forgot she was still in silent mode thanks to her puppy. Rise smiled slightly and picked up one of his books, reading the title, before setting it down again, absolutely bored. "Why do you read this anyway? It looks so boring.. and there is SOOOO much.." She said shaking her head. "I'd rather curl up by the fire with hot chocolate.. much cosier that way.." She said smiling slightly before running her hand along the spine of a book on the table.

"What's it about then?" She said, resting her head on her hand, her elbow keeping herself propped up, as she gestured with her other hand at the book he had been reading. "It looks way to long and overly boring.. " she said with a small smile before she itched at her throat again, her eyes traveling along the walls, looking anywhere but at him.

"I like to learn, it's just who I am." Jimmy said, feeling pleased that someone was taking an interest in him for once. He couldn't help but let out a light laugh as Rise remarked on how boring it seemed. "I love to read, doesn't matter what's in the book. If it has pages I'll read it" he said with a slight shrug.

Noticing Rise was scratching again, he queried " Is something irritating you? You seem to scratch your neck a lot....". He quickly added "Not that there's anything wrong with that I mean um....I just couldn't help but notice. The noise of it was what made me realize you were here, anyways."

Jimmy looked down again, fearing his incessant rambling had offended her.

Rise stared at the book for a moment before shaking her head. "Waste of time.." She said softly, under her breath, before leaning back and looking up at the ceiling, her hand still scratching at the skin just above her scarf, like that could somehow transfer down to what actually itched. She was snapped out of a slight trance when he asked about her itching. Her face went beat red, and she stared at the table, her hand falling to her lap.

"It just itches." She said, but it came out with more of a snap to it than she meant it to have. "I erm.. sorry, I didn't mean to snap.. I just.. it itches.. and I don't really realize that I'm itching and then I am.. and i'm sorry if I bugged ya." Rise let her sentence trail off before she stared at the table again, both her hands on the edge of it, gripping it hard, as though that would stop the horrible itching just below her scarf.

Jimmy looked up at her again, smiling weakly, "It's okay" he said "I shouldn't have brought it up, I apologize." He gazed back down at his book, thinking that if he wasn't looking she'd feel more comfortable and start scratching again.

Not that he cared whether she scratched or not, Jimmy just wanted her to stop making the table shake as it was making it difficult for Jimmy to read his book.

Though, of course, he was too shy to tell her outright. Hoping to change the subject, Jimmy gestured to the small pile of books on his left, "Transfiguration" he said. Pointing to his right, at another small group of books, he added "Defense against the Dark Arts". Turning his attention to the very large pile in front of him, "Personal choice" he said with a wry smile.