Doing nothin' (open)

[owen]

"So," Owen announced in the middle of study hall (not too quietly, of course), "I figured out how I can make that R.P.G. idea work with all these wizards."
The kid sitting across from him, a year younger than Owen but (he figured) a year smarter at least, stared blankly across the table at the other.
"Didn't you try that a couple years ago? And someone left a note in the common room saying that you were a total nerd?"
"Yes, that." Owen shrugged vaguely and sped on, thinking briefly back to that note. He had no idea who'd left it. Actually, he did have a theory that it was one of his own relatives - several of them were in his house. However, that was fairly unimportant right now.
"Talk quieter," his friend said, casting a glance around. Owen grinned a bit, blue eyes shining, and leaned toward the other boy. His books slid across the table and started taking up space in front of several other chairs. Another student several seats down scowled at him.
"All we have to do is make Dungeons and Dragons popular. Like, make it so the super-special Slytherin types like it, or..I don't know..Sirius Black, maybe.."
Or another popular kid. There were enough that he had trouble keeping track of them all. Owen frowned a bit and scribbled a note about it in the margins of one of his schoolbooks. It was a charms book, which meant Owen probably wouldn't open it again for at least another week, but maybe just writing it down would help him remember.
"Greyback." His friend, or maybe close acquaintance..someone on Owen's side, at least..shook his head wearily. "Seriously. Dungeons and Dragons? You want wizards to take time out of their overdramatic weekends to play..wizards? With you?"
"Of course. It's fun and takes up a lot of time which could otherwise be spent studying..wait." Owen frowned a bit, thinking back over what the other kid had said. Something about drama. Yes, there was definitely that. And then..
Well, that comment wasn't quite fair. It wasn't Owen's fault that more horror stories about his father had been in the paper last week. Owen couldn't exactly control what Fenrir did on his weekends. He decided to play dumb.
"With me? Of course with me, duh. It's my game. Unless someone else has it, of course."
"That's not what I meant.." Owen frowned harder as the other kid gathered the pile of books in front of him and stood up.
"..well, good luck with that, Owen. As always, if you ever get if off the ground.." The other guy shrugged meaningfully and walked off. Owen sighed, stared at his scattered books, and picked up his quill. He stuck it on the end of his finger, balanced it for about five seconds, and sighed again as it fell off.
One of these days he'd finally persuade all these snobs to abandon their wizard chess. One day..
He got up, collected his books carefully to be sure he didn't leave any (again), and went outside.

The grounds were more crowded than normal, in Owen's opinion. Well, it was sunny. Blindingly so, considering that it was almost noon, but that was okay. Owen liked the sun. He wandered across the lawn, smiling vaguely at people he passed..most of them ignored them, except for one person who shot him a violent sort of look (not the first time he'd gotten this reaction, but Owen was still not too fond of it). Someone muttered loudly that he should sit down somewhere instead of walking on people. Owen shrugged. He didn't really want to sit on the grass, because there were fire ants in some places. He was somewhat allergic.
After a while, he located an unnattended area of bare ground, near a tree, checked for ants, and plopped onto the ground. His book bag hit the dirt. The contents spilled out onto the ground. Owen ignored this..not the first time that had happened. A few of the books he liked more were somewhat dirty. He picked up one. Tossed it aside. It was too warm for studying and also, Owen didn't like school this week.
He stared idly into space for a while, picking his teeth and thinking about puppies. He'd like one. Maybe over the summer he could persuade his parents..then again, maybe not. A cat might be better. Probably not an owl. Too much money.
Of course, cats were a pain, too. They bit. Owen still liked them. A bird went by. Owen stared at the blowing grass, half-asleep. After a moment, he lay on his front and frowned through the curtain of green. It was like being in the rainforest. Owen had, of course, never gone to a rainforest, but he'd seen the zoo habitats..
Someone's feet wandered into his vision and stopped. Owen studied them for a moment, then attempted to look all the way up. He made it to the person's knees. They seemed pretty normal, as knees went.
"H'llo. C'n I help you?"
His voice was somewhat muffled by the grass, but not too much so. Owen waited to see if whoever it was would reply. If not, he'd probably have to ask again..

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[Annelise Westerhof]

Annelise took a couple of her books that she had taken from the library about Greyback and decided to read them in the lawns over lunch break. Contrary to popular belief lately, she didn't literally spend all of her time with Remus. He had friends, and well, she had studying to do. Although she wasn't really a book sort of person, she felt the need to continue her research of her brother's killer, even if it was just out of lack of anything better to do. Annelise found that when she spent extended periods of time by herself, she would either get extremely angry, or just sad... neither of which she particularly liked.

She made her way into the grounds, and found that it was actually quite pleasant. She sat down under a tree and took out one of the books from the library, along with her notebook, a quill and ink. The book itself wasn't just about him, but he was mentioned in a few paragraphs in it. She found that unless she could access the Restricted Section, she wasn't going to get a lot of detail. Annelise very much doubted she'd be granted access anyways, as they were not doing any sorts of projects on killers or monsters. Besides, she was worried that her professors might get the same sort of idea that Remus had: that she was going to try and track down Greyback on her own to kill him. She knew she had no such skill, but she didn't know whether the professors were aware that she knew her own strengths. The only successful thing she had managed to do in ages was set a dummy on fire.

Without really paying attention to her surroundings, she didn't notice Owen sitting not far from her and plopping down, spilling the contents of his rucksack everywhere. A couple of quills managed to roll over to where she was sitting and only noticed them in her peripheral vision. She picked them up and the walked over to Owen was sitting down. If he had been sitting in any other position other than laying on his stomach, she would have merely stood up and walked away. She didn't know whether he knew who she was or not, but she certainly knew who he was. Not only did she have a good memory for faces and names (helped along by her notebook where she kept observations about people), she had also taken to memorizing who the Greyback children were. She tried to not keep a prejudice, but it happened without her realizing it.

Since Owen's eyes only made it up to her knees, she still didn't get a clear view of his face.

"Your quills rolled over to me," she said simply as she held them out in front of her for him to take. Annelise glanced over to his backpack. "All your stuff's all over the place, by the way."

Her tone was friendly as it usually was. She merely stood there as if waiting for a 'your welcome' or something else along those lines.

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[owen]

Owen frowned a bit. Quills. Ah, yes. He scrambled up, smiling apologetically, and shoved the pile of books over slightly..which didn't really help any, as he mostly moved them away from his bag. He glanced around, then focused his attention on the speaker.
He'd have figured that whoever it was would be another Ravenclaw, probably one who knew him, coming over to be reprimanding. It wasn't. This was a girl who he vaguely recognized - she was in his year, he was pretty sure - wearing Hufflepuff colors. Owen was pretty sure he'd seen her hang out with Remus Lupin before. Lupin had always seemed a bit odd to him. On hard drugs, perhaps. In any case, the girl was pointing a quill in his direction meaningfully. Right.
"Uh, yeah. Quills. Yep. Thanks."
After a slight pause, Owen took the offered items and shoved them in his pocket, feathers down. They didn't fit too well, but whatever. Most of his teachers were used to his quills being a bit battered, and, also his papers folded and crumbled. He stood, feeling a bit awkward, and glanced back and forth.
"My name's Owen. Greyback. Fifth year," he added helpfully, in case that might be required. Some people asked about that kind of thing. In his first year, some other kid had even wanted to know what Owen's wand was made of. Also, once in a while, he'd get pointed questions about his blood content and parents, as if one of them wasn't obvious. He rubbed the back of his head with an ink-stained hand (occasionally he messed up with his quill), causing his hair to stick out, and tried to think of something else to say. Normally people didn't wander up and talk to him. Not people he didn't know, anyway. And not usually in a friendly-neutral tone of voice. Usually in an annoyed way. "Actually, I think we may have a class together on Fridays, or something."
That might be where he knew her from. Certainly Owen hadn't ever talked to her on the train or at meals, or anything..