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[Noelle Spencer]

Green eyes were glued to a page in a rather large book, dark chestnut colored hair was tied up in a messy ponytail. A soft sigh escaped from her rosy lips as she turned the page. She tapped her wand boredly on the book, regretting coming down to the library to finish her paper. "I should've just went down to the lake. At least I'd have some fresh air." she thought, grabbing her quill and dipping it into a bottle of ink. Noelle began to right fast on a piece of parchment.

After a few minutes, she took a break and stood up to stretch her sore limbs. She walked curiously around the large library. Her eyes scanned shelves of books in a small corner with her worn down Converse tapping lightly against the marble floor. Noelle looked very casual with pair of dark washed slim jeans and a simple teal shirt.

[Adam Senton]

Adam left the common room early in the morning. He was awoken by the cold chill you get in the dungeons during a September morning. The fourth year Slytherin sighed as he turned a corner into the second floor. There was only one person there, a girl he sort of reconized, a Gryffindor his age. He decided he should be nice to her, I mean there weren't many fourth year Slytherins. And if he wanted to make friends his age, he would have to make friends with the other houses, the thought made him shiver.

"Hey." He said calmly.

[Noelle Spencer]

Noelle was scanning the back of a book when she heard a calm voice behind her. She was startled a bit and before she turned around to greet her visitor, she composed herself. She spun around in place, meeting the eyes of a Slytherin in her year.

"Umm...Hi." Noelle said weakly. So much for cool and collected. "You scared me." she added with a small laugh after putting the book away. "I'm Noelle. Noelle Spencer." she introduced herself while examining him. It was a bit odd that a Slytherin would be talking to her, not that she cared.

Noelle brushed her hair away from her eyes. Her bangs were always obscuring her vision and annoyed her.

[Adam Senton]

Adam grinned. She seemed, if possible almost nervous. The fourth year sat down, she had put the book away, that meant she wasn't wanting him to leave. Therefor, Adam looked calm and shook his head, he really needed a hair cut.

"I'm Adam Senton. You're my year, right?"

[Noelle Spencer]

She returned his smile. He was actually cute. "If your a fourth year, then yep." Noelle replied, turning her back to him to continue looking for a book. "So what brings you to the library? I'm usually the only one here these days." she kept the conversation alive. She was enjoying his company.

[Adam Senton]

Adam smiles, she was pretty. Someone he would really like to be friends with, possibly more, he pondered if she felt the same?

"I dunno. Guess just some boredom sinking in. Not to mention to see you. He said a smile on his face. He was joking, but he would like to send some small signals he was interested in her.

[Noelle Spencer]

Noelle felt a red blush creeping up her neck and spreading on her cheeks. "Oh really?" she managed without her voice betraying her. She was quite flattered actually. She really hoped he liked her back.

And just as she thought of the idea, she hit her head on a low shelf of book, spilling the large items on the floor. Smooth Noelle. she thought kneeling down and beginning to gather up the books.

[Adam Senton]

Adam smirked as the books fell to the floor. It was quite comical how nervous some people could get. Adam bent down and began to help her pick up the books.

"Do you play quidditch?" He asked her, a grin on his face. He loved quidditch so much.

[Noelle Spencer]

"Thanks." she said when he began to help her gather the spilled books. Then a thought hit her. "What are we doing? We can use magic for this." Noelle said suddenly, putting the books in her arms away. She usually never really used her head when she was nervous. "Accio spilled books." she muttered as she pointed her wand at the books on the floor. She really hoped that only books in front of her were summoned. And with a loud noise, the remaining books flew into her arms and she shoved them back onto the shelf.

"Quidditch? Of course I play! I love the game." Noelle said. "Do you?" she asked Adam, sitting back down at the table.

[Adam Senton]

Of course he did as well, he had played for at least a few good years. He had started playing while he was growing up in Liverpool with his dad and sister. He also played it for the Slytherin team, he was a seeker.

"Yeah! For the house team, Slytherin. Do you play for Gryffindor."