~Contessa Linea Savage~
The was waning in the sky, readying itself for it's own night of sleep. The air was cool and crisp, and there were people abound for the Harry Potter event. Then again, it's not like I should be surprised. HP fan getting a chance to cosplay and let their geek flag fly proud and free? Who wouldn't? I know I sure as hell would. Not that I was the biggest fan of the franchise. I watched the movies, but that's about the extent of my interest in the series. I was too lazy to read the books. The only book I'd ever read that had been adapted into movies had been the Twilight Series, but only after I'd found out they'd been book first. They weren't as bad as the Fifty Shades of Grey series.
I know. Not my proudest accomplishment.
I chuckled to myself at the thought as I waded my way through the throng of people decked out in HP Garb, several of which were arguing about how memorable a character Nymphadora Tonks was in the series. I'd finished my work for the day and hadn't wanted to stay inside. It felt like waste. As my mother had once said;
Idle hands were the devil's workshop.
But then again, she had once called me the devil incarnate. Not that it wasn't warranted. I had just blown up one of the base's transport vehicle with ordinance I'd stolen from a restricted area on base. Never mind it was New Year's, but what a memorable one it certainly was. The thought brought a proud smile to my face in recollection. The vibes of event seemed to lean more heavily toward an exuberance and excitement that was almost palpable as I took in everything and everyone around me. Everything seemed to be in full swing. It certainly something to behold.
I couldn't really remember what time it was supposed to start because I hadn't particularly cared, so I was just kind of meandering through. Whoever put this event together knew what they we doing. Everyone here seemed to be enjoying themselves. People were indulging in the treats being served at the stands while some were competing to see who could pronounce spells that would make Hermione proud, and others were taking pictures to commemorate their experiences. Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook, and the like were certain to be lively. I must have hit a stroke of good luck by looking at one of the many bulletin boards around campus that had the flier for this evening's festivities on it.
Since I didn't know anyone here and had no friends. Just as I turned to head for the stands to see what kind of food I could indulge myself in, my body collided with that of another and we both crashed to the ground. The universe must have a sense of humor.
I certainly didn't find this funny.
I had landed on top, straddling this decidedly male body with one hand tucked under his head and the other palm down on the grass beneath us both. Lifting my head up, I met a lovely yet curious set of what looked like light green eyes. Dark hair pulled neatly from his face with somewhat fair and unblemished skin. He was actually pretty cute.
"Well hell." I pushed up to my hands to get a better look at him, ignoring the nosy rubbernecking onlookers around us. "Is your head ok? I tried to it on the way down."
Pulling myself up, I extended a hand to mystery man to help him up. He accepted the hand, grabbing the skateboard I assume was his with him as he did.
He dusted himself off. "No harm done."
Cocking my head to the side, I looked at his board. "I'm more of an inline skater girl myself."
Which was the truth. I could never really put up with four wheelers, and I didn't like the feeling of limited mobility when I got on a skate board. Inline Skates were my thing, though not like I had been on a pair in years. It might nice to get back to them. A good change of pace, and maybe even a faster way to get around campus rather than driving or taking the bus. Hm. The idea had merit.
He nodded thoughtfully. "I only skate for transport, not recreation, but to each their own."
"Indeed." I held my hand out to him once more. "My name is Contessa."
His extended in return. "René. A pleasure."
Quite a pleasure it certainly seemed to be. Maybe he could be the first friend I made here. Not like it would hurt to have one or two. Someone to keep my company and likewise for them. That idea had merit too.
"We should both watch where we're going next time. Agreed?" a smile crept across my face.
His eyes met mine, and he paused for a moment before smirking, "Agreed. Maybe schedule an appointment at the optometrist while we're at it."
Was he trying to be funny?
"Hm," was my thoughtful reply as I placed my finger to my chin. "Do you have any recommendations?
"Google's guess is better than mine."
"Google probably has better vision than you too, I would gander." I joke. "Since it didn't knock me over."
He smiled wryly. "According to that logic, a rhino would also have better sight than me, yet its eyes are terrible."
"I would say they also seem to have a better sense of direction as well." was my witty reply.
"Rhinos rely more on their hearing than their sight, and since they're very temperamental, their sense of direction might point them towards everyone else. You probably wouldn't be the only person being knocked over."
He's being cute. Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't smile.
I smiled. Dammit.
"Well," I sighed. "Then I guess someone who doesn't have to rely mostly on their sense of sound and have less tempemental tendencies would be better equipped not to run into people, wouldn't you say?"
"Than a rhino? Definitely." He pulled out his phone and briefly typed away before looking up again. "Barrington Eye Care Center, 330 Main Street. There's your recommendation."
"Hmm..." Nodding as I smiled, my reply was, "seems like you picked a good place to go. Mine was done before the semester started, so you should really get on that. Hopefully you fair better than a Rhino."
"I should think that I most certainly would." He gave a two fingered salute as I turned to wonder back through the crowd of Harry Potter enthusiasts.
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