It was late afternoon, the brisk Scottish air had driven many of the students indoors. Well, most students in any case. The date was October 30th and Erin was on the prowl for a companion, not a meal. Now companion is often taken to mean a willing subject in close proximity that socially interacts with their cohort. Erin was seeking something more... temporary. No, that is not the term... Something more... academic. Yes, that sounded better. It was cold and without emotion, much like the young second year who would have turned thirteen the day before.
It would be an odd sight of course, Erin was for the most part an unnoticed and strikingly average girl. Yes, her hair had an uncanny indigo tint that seemed somewhat unnatural but that coupled with the fact that she always sat alone would be her most distinctive features. Yes, the most noticeable thing about Erin was the fact that she was not special at all. Yet today was different, Erin would stand out on this day. It would not be her Slytherin uniform or the woolen jacket she wore, nor would it be her unusual hair that only barely shone this unusual hue under the right light. No, it would be what she was carrying with her. It would appear that she was dragging a massive stuffed animal onto the Quidditch Pitch.
The bear was about as tall as she was, in fact slightly taller. Erin would drag the massive bear to the center of the Quidditch field and plop it down with a sigh.
Step one, complete.
Erin would look around the field, pickings were doing to be slim today unfortunately. It was getting cold and most of the students had found warmth and enjoyment far from the fall colors, indoors. She would look around all the same, it was in fact better this way. She only needed one to start with. Something would crunch underfoot and she would furrow her brow as she looked down. A group of dead ants, how weird. She would kick them away with the heel of her maryjanes and wait for her eventual 'companion.'
It just needed to be male and not Howard. Howard was already everything she wanted a boy to be, unstable and unpredictable. Also, utterly fascinating. She needed some idiot. Some unfortunate youth, preferably a peer because there was something she needed to learn. Of course she would see him eventually. A hopefully challenging (but she doubted she would be that fortunate) quarry.
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Just a trick of the lighting they said...