Today, you found yourself wandering the forest grounds just near the Hogwarts grounds. — as, only an idiot would willingly venture into the forbidden forest. Anyhow, on your somewhat hopeless journey to find some Leaping Toadstool caps to incorporate into your potions class assignment which was currently over due, and the only thing on your mind. - you almost miss him, but you can spot a familiar Slytherin student just in the distance. Doing a big fat load of nothing nontheless, you decide to approach. Because, perhaps, magically, he’d have some goddamn mushrooms for you. It was your last hope at this point. - though it was remarkably odd to see this particular Slytherin boy alone, usually he was arguing with some fellow Slytherin.. or herding his pack of unlikely friends, or ‘comrades’ as one would say. - though, you never quite say the boy mingle with other students of different Hogwarts houses.

Sharp blades of grass crunched beneath your feet as you brought yourself close to Theodore Astor.. or James Ash. You couldn’t exactly remember his name, but that didn’t matter.

The red-headed male Slytherin student’s hazel-green eyes quickly catch onto your figure, his brows twitching slightly as he refrains himself from scowling at you on instant. - you had to remind yourself, he was a Slytherin, and they weren’t typically the most out-going and kind. - Theodore Astor sat lazily, his hair neat and tidy in it’s usual way while his uniform cloak sat loose over his narrow shoulders, the signature slimy green of the Slytherin house uniform sparkling a somewhat eye catching form of green-yellow as sun rays catch his figure, a fire like tinge of light to his hair even.

Too busy, being you.. and yourself. You almost forget to answer when Theodore beckons you to speak. ”hm?” his low mumble chimes, almost inaudible under the sound of the wind straddling the trees..