[The Lake] Nice to Meet You Stranger(2099[Helena])

[Charlie Fere]

(This takes place in Charlie's second year, when he is just kind of getting over the fact his brother isn't talking to him. And Helena's first year...)

Charlie walked out to the Lake looking at his feet. He hadn't been back at Hogwarts long, and his brother was making him furious, why wouldn't he talk to him? He sent him owls but that only seemed to make Jackson even more mad.

Charlie walked to the edge of the lake, and found a rock. He quickly picked it up and chucked it. The ammount of fource Charlie put into it sent the rock flying into the distance.

Why couldn't Jackson understand that Charlie hadn't choosen this? That he didn't make there parents a bit too proud of him? That's all Jackson needed to knoe, but it seemed he wouldn't listen.

A cold gust of wind blew by, which made Charlie turn around. He say someone in the distance a bit, but not too far off.

[Helena Martin]

11-year-old Helena Martin was gangly-legged and (on that day) had braided brown-and-blonde hair. She saw Charlie, but didn't know how to start a conversation (incredibly rare for Helena). Besides, Charlie looked a bit scary and Helena didn't know how he would react if she bothered him.

[Charlie Fere]

Charlie noticed it was a girl, and she seemed to be wuite nervous. She seemed hesitant on coming over here to talk. So Charlie walked over. He needed someone to talk to, to get his mind off Jackson. It was best.

"Hi!" he said to to the shy looking girl,"I'm Charlie," he extenaded a hand like he always did when first meeting people.

[Helena Martin]

He seemed friendly, and Helena let her guard down pretty quickly like the naive girl she was. As Charlie extended his hand, it was a bit hard to tell whether it was the modern "fist" or the traditional handshake. So as Helena went in with the handshake, she covered his half-fist with her small but long-fingered hand and said, "Paper covers rock, bitch!"
Oops.
Helena grinned nervously.

[Charlie Fere]

Charlie looked shocked. "So were playing rock, paper, skizors know are we?" Charlie said, suprised at the language the girl had used. Charlie had never sworn too badly a day in his life. but then again that was the sweet family loving Charlie, that he was.

Charlie looked down at his toes for a second. He obsurbed his much smalled figure than his sixteen year old one, (I'm posting this like I've lived in his sixth year, but he hasn't...) he it was still a lot the same, but he was shorter, and looked scrapper than he had been. He still wore the same type of clothes, as he was wearing a gray t-shirt, with a gary and darker gray zip-up sweater over top, and some jeanes.

[Helena Martin]

"Sorry," Helena said. "Guess that wasn't..." Helena paused. "Er, I don't know."
She looked down at her toes also, feeling guilty and uncomfortable, but also curious and a bit excited... she liked Charlie.

[Charlie Fere]

Charlie laughed. "It happens!" he addmitted.

"So..er. What's you're name?" he asked curiosly.

(it's ubber short sorry)

[Helena Martin]

"Helena," she anwered. "It's the Latinate form of 'Helen', which comes from the Greek word 'helene' 'torch' or 'corposant'." She smiled. "My parents didn't know that though. They just thought it sounded pretty."
(Har, mine's short too ;P. And it's fine (: )

[Charlie Fere]

"Nice to meet you 'Torch'," the twelve year old boy said teasing Helena. "I'm not quite sure what Charlie means," he said after trying to thinkof it after a minute,"All I know is it's too common of a name for someone as odddly unique as me!" he said.

(again>.<)

[Helena Martin]

"Well, I'm sure there were a bunch of brilliant people named Charlie," Helena-the-Torch replied. "I bet you are, too." She looked down at her feet, wiping something off of her shoes (but in the end making them even dirtier).