Charmed, I'm sure. PV Anastasia Finished

"Well, not with that attitude," Anastasia laughed at the boy's words. She still hadn't completely made up her mind on him, which was why she was rather glad the two had been paired up. She would be able to sort him into one of three categories - potential friend, not worth her time and attention, or enemy. She already had plenty in that third category, and not quite as many as she would have liked in the first category. "My mother always says that if you don't believe in yourself, then you can't expect anyone or anything else to." That was a bit nicer than the way her mother actually phrased it, but she figured saying it verbatim wouldn't be the most helpful at this particular moment. 

Seeing as she had yet to actually attempt the charm, she wasn't really one to talk, but she'd read so much about it and taken such detailed notes on it that she felt as if she had. She inwardly winced a bit when she realized it was her turn. Not because she thought she wouldn't be able to cast the charm successfully, she was certain she would, but more because she was worried Hugh might think her a show-off. She rather liked him so far and she had also learned that children her age generally didn't like show-offs and braggarts, no matter what her parents might have said on the matter. 

Still, she wasn't one to back down from something just because she was worried about what someone might think of her. "Reparo!" she said firmly, flicking her wrist towards her watch. She smiled a little as the charm took effect. 

The boy rolled his eyes as Anastasia quoted her mother, albeit with a smirk. “I can hear my father say the same thing...” He seemed to recall a rather humorous event. “Even a hocus pocus boy needs to man up and learn to trust in his own actions!” Hugh shrugged his shoulders a bit. His eyes flashed towards Ana. She gave her wand a flick and...

“For the love of...!” The boy cried out as he witnessed the pocket watch repairing itself. His gaze switched between the watch and Ana, who seemed to grow a smile in the corners of her mouth. “Oh no, no no no” He wiggled a long finger at her. “I don’t want to hear it. Nuh-uh.” He shook his head but failed to hold back a grin. He never was going to be a great wizard he imagined, but somehow the eleven-year-old was fine with that. Hugh’s father had raised his son well to deal with the many disappointments of life.

“I don’t want to hear a single word.” He said laughing. He grabbed another broken watch and placed it in front of them. “You practised before, can’t be anything else. I call foul play!” He was being silly, but hopefully an alright kind of silly. He practised his flicking before ittering the spell once more. In the meantime his mind went towards Ana. “So... I bet your mother is happy to see you come to Hogwarts? The good grades and the prefect thingy are allngood news for them I’d say.” Hugh prodded as he smiled friendly. He was actually impressed how casually he was trying to socialize

Anastasia's self-satisfied smile turned into a truly amused smile and she held back a laugh at Hugh's silly behavior. She decided two things at that moment - one, her parents would almost certainly disapprove of her being friends with someone like Hugh, and two, that she was certainly going to try to make friends with him. Too many of her friends were just too straight-laced when it came to school. She was probably one of the worst, but it was nice to see someone who wasn't as much of an overachiever as she was and was okay with that. 

"And exactly how would I have practiced it?" Anastasia asked, returning his smirk with one of her own. "Because, as much as I may or may not have researched it, it's actually exceedingly difficult to attempt a charm you haven’t yet been taught.” She had in fact tried to cast the charm beforehand, but hadn’t been able to, for some reason. 

“One would think,” Anastasia replied before fully realizing she was speaking. It was true though. What parents wouldn’t be thrilled at their child became a prefect so quickly? She knew hers wouldn’t be, since they had specifically and repatedly told her not to get involved with the house and to leave the newspaper staff. She hadn’t told them yet and she wasn’t sure if and when she was going to. “What about you?”

One. Would. Think. Hugh wasn't impressed by her answer. It clearly showed her posh attitude had found its origins one step up the ladder of the family tree, at the very least. Though judging by her tone, she didn't quite agree with what her folks thought of that. A notion that kept his interest spiked. Then her follow-up question came out. How about me?

Hugh shrugged, keeping it cool. "Dad's fine with it, doesn't understand it though. He's a muggle you see." he looked at her sideways to check how she'd react to that bit. She seemed pretty open to friendship though, not something he'd expect from the posh girls back home. "Mum's another story. She left when i was eight I think. Dad says it's out of jealousy, but I don't know really. I'm sure she'll turn up some day again" He smiled a bit as he flicked his wand around.

Eventually he turned to the pocketwatch and spoke: "reparo"
As if by miracle he could clearly see the cracks mending and the copper dents disappearing. before long, the pocket watch had seemed good as new. A smirk that showed how pleased he was with himself was now traceable on his face. "Would you look at that! Or did you sneakily cast it underneath the table?" he joked. "If anything it must be your presence." He remarked, clearly not all too impressed with his own achievement, even though it had been the first succesful spell he'd cast ever.

"A muggle? So, then, you grew up in the Muggle World?" Anastasia asked. She'd guessed as much, but she didn't think she thought it was a bad thing. She'd gone forever thinking that Muggles and Muggle-borns were lesser and caused problems, but she was trying to keep something of an open mind, for now anyway. After all, the reason she'd thought that was because it was what her parents had told her, but, according to them, Gryffindor was a violent, cultish, uncivilized house, so she was reconsidering some things. 

She didn't say much else about what Hugh had said since she wasn't exactly sure what to say. That was more open than she would have been or would have expected him to be, but it was rather refreshing. Purebloods, including her to some degree, were more likely to lie to your face and stab you in the back than just confront you. There was a reason so many of them were Slytherin. 

She laughed at his delight at casting the charm, but it wasn't exactly a mean laugh, although she was quite good at those. It was more of an amused laugh. She decided not to point out the fact that she had been present for his previous attempt. "I shan't tell. What's the Muggle saying? A magician never tells her secrets," she said secretively before laughing again. 

"Yup!" Her reaction was pretty... quiet. She didn't talk all that much it seemed, perhaps she was more the silently judging type. Or so he figured as a small smirk emerged from his thin lips. "A magician never tells her secrets?" He repeated with a frown. He had no clue what she was referring to, but decided to grin a bit anyway. He actually liked her, despite the opinions of her being... difficult that he had picked up prior to meeting her properly. His eyes wandered off from her wand to her hand, along the arm all the way up to her face.

"What are you doing after Charms?"

Oh no. Why did he ask that all of a sudden? He hadn't even thought about what his mouth had blurted out just then. His cheeks gained a little red in color and seemed to silence the boy. His green eyes hastly looking away. Trying to pretend another student across the room was doing something interesting. He cleared his throat a bit before he dared to look back at her. He wriggled his wand a bit in anticipation and wondered what damage he'd have caused to himself. Not sure if this mending charm would work there as well.

Anastasia had been considering asking him a bit more about the Muggle world since she really was quite curious about it, but all forming sentences flew from her brain when he asked her what she was doing later. She quickly glanced at the boy, trying to see what he meant by that, but his eyes didn't meet hers. She could definitely make out a bit of a blush though. She didn't want to read too much into that though since he seemed a tad awkward as a baseline. She smiled a little as she remembered his rather scatterbrained introduction back on the train. 

She shook herself back, realizing she'd zoned out for a bit. She hoped he hadn't noticed anything. She couldn't figure out exactly why, but she found herself liking him a bit more than she expected to. Purely based on the fact that he was from the Muggle world, her parents would certainly not support that particular friendship. That didn't even take into account his laidback nature. Her parents tolerated some Muggle-borns, such as Hermione Granger, if they had to, based on how hard working they were. 

"I'm helping one of the professors with this event for Oktoberfest. It's a baking workshop, so that should be interesting. You should come!" Anastasia said. She almost smacked herself. She sounded utterly spaztastic at the end, announcing he should come. Still, it would be quite nice if he did. "If you want to, that is."

She seemed to take a while to answer. Was it something he said? His eyelids flickered a bit as his mind was somewhere in between deciding to either look at her and see what was wrong or averting his gaze further in fear of him scaring her off. He was just turning towards her as he heard her voice reach out. Causing him to jolt back a bit in his surprise.

"Oh..." he shuffled a bit in his seat whilst letting his wand roll through his fingers. It was a bit big for a silly stick. Though when he had heard others talk about theirs, it would seem his was actually kind of average height. He wondered if they could alter the sizes of these things as they grew. Knowing by his family's genes he'd probably turn out quite tall. The lad snapped out of his thoughts. Oh no, you have to respond idiot. Don't keep the lass waiting.

"I-I'd love to!" he exclaimed, a bit too loud. A few students sitting close by turned their heads to the both of them. "Sorry..." Hugh whispered as his head seemed to accept red as its natural tint. He turned back to Anastasia. "Next time, remind me to shut my mouth a little more." He smirked a bit as he his eyes lingered. "but yes. I'll be there."

Anastasia's stomach did a cartwheel as she waited for Hugh to reply. Had she said something wrong? Why wasn't he saying anything? The hesitation could hardly be a good sign. She stopped and questioned her thoughts. A good sign for what exactly? What on earth was she thinking? Her thoughts began to run around her head, screaming conflicting randomness. 

When Hugh answered after what felt like a million years, Anastasia felt irrationally thrilled. Then she mentally scolded herself. What was wrong with her? She had had friends accept invitations before, and Hugh was a friend, or something near one anyway. Maybe it was because she had made quite a few enemies so far and not quite as many friends. 

"Excellent then!" Anastasia said a bit too brightly. Just then class seemed to end and it was time to go. Pity. She would have rather chatted with Hugh a bit more, but hopefully, she'd see him later. She probably wouldn't though. After all, he'd probably been saying that to appease her. Things would have certainly been strained if he had flat out refused. It occurred to her that she was over analyzing this. Why was she thinking about him so much? She shook her head a bit and packed up her things. "I'll see you later then."