The murky, black water spans as far as you can see. The air is tainted with the scent of salt water. Still you remain, perplexed by the foggy beauty of your surroundings. You risk putting your feet in the water, despite the fact that the water is home to a hoard of creatures. The cool water entices you into wanting to take a dive.
Her foul mood had only gotten worse since she left class, opting to skip out on the ones that remained in favor of cooling down by the Black Lake. Hekate was seeping with annoyance and it was simple things like wind or a sound that stood to dismantle her collected demeanor. Trudging along with her pale hands stashed into the warm recesses of her robes, Hekate tried her best to keep warm despite lacking any proper outerware to protect her against the nip in the air. She just couldn't afford it - plain and simple. It stood to wonder what it was like to be part of the student populace that took everything for granted and how she couldn't even mildly relate.
Jack is being Jack. He's currently perched on a high tree branch hanging over the shore of the lake. He's got his Potions book open, but he isn't actually reading it but rather doodling on the edges of the page. He's blissfully unaware of the fast approaching annoyed girl, as well.
Hekate inspected her knuckles closely, only just realizing the skin was busted from an explosion of anger she had encountered after leaving Potions. Skin and stone didn't mix well, apparently. The silver-haired female remained blissfully unaware of Jack's presence and ran her fingertips along the cuts on her right hand, using wandless healing magic to mend the gnarled mess. Sighing with relief, her icy blue eyes caught minimal movement beneath the lake's surface and took time to marvel at the crisp colors and calmness that settled.
Jack continues doodling, what was once a few straight lines soon being joined by multiple arcs and swirls, branching off to morph into different little stars, hearts, and other miscellaneous figures such as planes and boats. It's all very colorful as he's using his pink, blue and purple markers. Until his blue one falls, of course, around the time Hekate is below his branch.
When a blue marker fell and gently bounced off her shoulder, Hekate's face screwed up with both annoyance and confusion. Markers didn't grow on trees? The girl peered up into the branches, finally realizing that there was someone up there. "Hey," she barked and snagged the marker from the grass as her fingers tightly curled around it. "You dropped your stupid marker."
Not quite hearing her words, it's not until he swings his leg to the other side of the branch and lets himself drop onto his feet that he realizes there's a person - a girl, mind you - there. And he almost dropped onto her. And his marker probably hit her. Pulling out his wand, he begins making frantic writings. I'm sorry! Did I hit you? I didn't realize you were around!
Hekate instinctively sidestepped away from Jack, her eyes narrowing considerably at the boy as he drew his wand. Her own fingers slipped into her pocket and wrapped around the aged wood of her family heirloom wand, ready for just about anything. Her brow quirked when she realized he was writing in the air rather than preparing to cast a spell and allowed herself to calm down enough to make sense of him. Was he mute? "No," she said simply, her ice blue eyes dragging over his form. "Do you tend to live in the trees?"
Jack cocks his head, trying to get a grasp of what she's saying. He's slow to process, but when he does, he softens up, relaxing considerably now that he's certain she hasn't whacked her or something. I don't know; do I look like a tree hugger? he signs, his lips lifting as he grins at Hekate. I like nature, but not I'm not really a tree hugger. Thinking about hanging a hammock up here, though. Perhaps even build a treehouse. What do you think?
"Sounds a bit childish to me," she replied in a sort of snark before her blue eyes caught on the boy, her expression softening ever so slightly. "Sorry - didn't really have a childhood that consisted of treehouses so I struggle to understand," she explained before tipping her head to the side. A thought occured before she attempted to use legilimency to make it easier when it came to contct, using her own memories to twist a vision of her introducing herself as Hekate Sayre. "What's your name? You must be new."
The new images flashing vividly in his mind are startling, and he takes a step back, suddenly wary of the girl in front of him. His head feels weird and he's dizzy all of a sudden, and he's smart enough to deduce it's related to the weird, fuzzy images of the girl introducing herself. Because he's so disoriented, when he writes words in the air, they're messy. I'm Jack. What was that?
Hekate tended to forget that not everyone was ready for legilimency or have even experienced it in their lifetime so she withdrew the visions almost instantly. "Jack," she said, testing out the new name before she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned a little more weight onto her right leg. "Legilimency. Sorry - it's a bad habit."