Michael found himself walking around slowly, hands in his back pockets, his sharp blue-green eyes scanning the area. Things had been slow since he got back to school, something that had to change immediately. What was the point of being back at school if no one was giving you their attention? At that moment, blue-green met blue-green as he stared at the lake, feeling almost an impulsive want to dive in and try to catch the giant squid again, but Mikey had learned his lesson last time.
Sliding his hands from his pockets, they moved to the front of his throat, contemplating to removing the Gryffindor tie that rested there. But since it was the only piece of his actual uniform he was wearing, he unconsciously decided to leave it be, letting the thin fabric bounce back down onto his chest and the white dress shirt he was wearing. The edges of this were tucked deeply into the simple denim jeans he wore, holding the shirt down and flat across his stomach.
However, it was at this point that he noticed the girl resting up against a tree, reading a book. Thanks to those damned things called hormones, he instantly noticed that she was a bit older than him, and a cutie. Silently cursing the small group of acne on his chin, something he would have to see the school healer about, Michael had already started walking over. Mentally making the note that she had set the book, he knew he was about as good as spotted, which only made him hesitate slightly, a slight shuffling movement.
Reaching her, Mike breathed in deeply and plopped down on the dry grass beside her. Normally, it would have been proper etiquette to introduce himself before sitting down, and even to ask permission to sit, but he was too outgoing for that. Nice shirt, he started, looking at her Proves at least you're not a Slytherin. They'd never be caught wearing so much red. Chuckling, he held his hand out for the girl to take or refuse, as she wished. Name's Michael Byrne, and you are?