Angela walked around the grounds mentally cursing her uncle. She was still really p****d off as to what kind of letter he sent her. She sat down by a trr and heard an annoying sound above her. It was a bird. And it wouldnt stop chirping.

"Jeez shut up.." She mumbled taking out her wand and aiming it at the bird. She just about to shout a hex at it whn she heard someone behind her. She turned around and shouted "Rictusempra" she had no intention of hurting whoever was behind so a simple tickling spell would do. When she looked she realized who it was. "Oh my..I'm so srry." She lifted the spell and put her wand away.

Adriaan sighed, closing his book. Last time he had tried to walk through the grounds while reading.. well, it wasn't the brightest idea. He rubbed the back of his head remembering when his head had slammed in to the ground. He swayed across the grounds, looking for a place to sit and read, or maybe try to enjoy nature -like that was possible-. He began to hum and his eyes glazed over, walking in a daze was another dangerous activity, though he had yet to learn this.

He rounded a tree and saw someone who looked familiar, maybe he would stop by to say 'hi'. Casually he meandered over, still trying to think of who it was. Almost as if his thinking had been heard the girl turned and he was relieved to know that he wasn't mistaking some strange for someone he knew. But his feeling of relief was shot through when he heard a yell, not having enough time to realize what was yelled before a pang of warmth shot through his body. He suddenly felt light and funny, bursting out with a loud laugh.

The charm didn't last too long before Angela released it, and Adriaan was glad for that. "It’s nice to see you too." He said rubbing his stomach, which was a little sore from the spell.

Angela walked over toward Adriaan. "I'm so sorry.." She said trying to contain her laughter. "I'm just sort of in a blah mood today every little noise seems to annoy me." She admitted. Angela covered her mouth somewhat trying to hide the smile creeping across her face from watching Adriaan get hit by the tickle spell. "I guess I should look at who I'm hexing next time."

Adriaan nodded "Yeah, I could have been a little old man." He shook his head in mock disaproval. "So what's made you be in such a blah mood?" he asked shoving his hand in to the pockets of his robes. He was such a loser, even when he didn't have to wear them that's what he wore. Of course, it wasn't like he was fashionable.

"Ah but you are an old man." Angela joked smiling. "Ugh it's nothing really." She sighed. "Just some dumb letter my uncle sent me." She said thinking about ignorant her uncle was. "He has friends or whatever in the school watching me apparently."

"Yes, but i'm not little." He smiled but it soon turned in to an odd look. "Why would your Uncle be watching you?" The two of them really hadn’t talked about their families and this was usually the point in the conversation where Adriaan decided to bail. But, he knew she was pure blood already so there was no real need to avoid talking about each other’s home lives. Though, he definitely wasn’t used to talking about things dealing with anyone’s life outside of Hogwarts.

Angela gave him a weak smile at his small remark and sat down in the grass. "Well I didn't think he did.." she said shrugging. "I mean I knew he didn't really trust me around muggle borns and half bloods anymore since he found out I was freinds with some last year." Angela added.

"I guess he really didn;t trust me and asked people to spy on me." She shrugged. "He thinks I'm becoming soft or something..."

"Oh." He said taking a heavy breath. He had never heard of such a thing, though he could imagine his parents being disappointed if they were to find out he was being civil to mud-bloods. He took a couple steps over to Angela and contemplated whether to sit or not. "Well, in a way you are, right?" He sat behind her, with his legs crossed and leaned back on his hands looking up and the sky. "Do you know if his little spies have seen you with any pure bloods?” he asked feeling as if he were speaking of animals, instead of people.

Angela shrugged. "I am not becomming soft." She said turning her head to glare at him. "I simply don't want to kill all the mud bloods right here in school." She crossed her arms and huffed. She regretted saying that as soon as the words escaped her. "Muggle borns.." she muttered under her breath correcting herself. "Well ok maybe I'm a tad bit softer than I was last year. Is it my fault everyone in this school who is a mud..muggle born manages to bump into me." She said making excuses. "I don't know if they've seen me with any pure bloods. I mean I doubt he cares anyway."

“I see.” He mumbled, still eyeing the sky. He sighed and looked at Angela. “Then it looks like my midget is in a bit of a dilemma.” He smiled at her glare. “I think it’s okay to be an undercover softie. But what do I know? I’m one too.” He laughed a little. “Are you okay with being a softie?” He questioned pushing himself off his arms and in to an Indian style sit.

Angela sighed alittle. "Unfortunately I think I have no choice." She said. "I don't have to same hate in me anymore." She added. "Only problem is putting myself in the same category as you." She joked smiling at him.

"The same category as me?" He was perplexed by this. He leaned closer to her and settled his arms around her tiny shoulders, watching the sky. “What makes you think we’re all that different?” He paused, thinking “I probably have more hate for mud bloods than you do. In fact, I still call them mud bloods.” He laughed “I’m not as big of a dopey teddy bear as people think I am."

Angela eyed him as he put his arms on her shoulders. "Um..I..you.." She stammered. "No.." She finally mumbled. She shook her head out of the daze she was in and smiled back him. "Oh yea you think you hate them more than me?" She asked smirking. "Anyone could call them mud bloods. So unless you proove it me..I don't buy this whole 'I'm not a big dopey teddy bear' act." she crossed her arms and let out a breath she didn't realize that she was actually holding.

"Prove it." He repeated and chuckled. Prove it, she said. He shook his head, “I don’t think you would like me much if I proved it.” He heaved a sigh, his chest pressing on to Angela’s back as he took in his huge breath, then quickly fled as it was released. “But that is a different topic entirely. You don’t think your Uncle would take notice of you spending your time with pure bloods?” his question was more of a restatement of what she said earlier. “What do you think might take his attention off of who you may or may not speak to?”

Angela felt his chest touch her back. Angela was about to answer him when he said how she wouldn't like him that much if he prooved it when he asked another question. "Um..well..he." She stumbled words out of her mouth. "He would probably just focus on the negative." She managed to say. She shrugged when he asked his second question. "I have no idea. Do you have any at all?"

He shrugged "I don't know. I'm not the one who knows him.” He rocked from side to side “I suppose he sees you as a daughter?” He stopped rocking “And if he does then anything that would upset a father would upset him.” He suggested. “So, what do daughters do that infuriates their fathers?”

"Apparently associating with mudbloods." She said shrugging. "I don't know I guess if I were to hang out with you and a bnch of other oure bloods for the rest of my time here he'd be happy." She shrugged again.

He laughed at her answer. "You can't limit yourself like that." His arms slid from her shoulders and he smoothed his hand through his hair. “Oh, what do I know? So much for me trying to help.” He smiled “I just wonder who his spies are.” He said looking around. “And where they hide.” Not that he would be able to see anyone father than a couple feet from him without his glasses on. “Oh, who cares? He can spy all he wants. What’s a letter saying he is upset about you being around mud bloods going to hurt anyway? It’s just paper after all.”

Angela felt his hands leave her shoulders and she again released a breath she didnt kno was being held. Angela shruged alittle. "Yea I have um...no idea who would be these so called spies." She said. "And your right it's not the letter an do anything." She added as she agreed with him. Angela turned her head to look at him.

"Back on the topic of prooving to me you hate them more than I do." Angela said changing the subject. "How would you go about that?"

“Hmm” he thought about her question. “Honestly.. I have no clue how to prove it to you.” He laughed and laid back on to the grass behind him, spreading his legs to either side of Angela. “What would prove it to you? What could I do that would be more cruel than something you would ever want to do to a mud blood?” He folded his arms under his head, propping it up a little, and looked down his stomach at her.

Angela eyed him as each of his legs went beside her. "I..well you.." Stammered again. 'What on Earth is wrong with me.' she was asking herself. "Well I guess I don't think I'b be able to kill one now." She said as the first thing that wasn't complete giberish popped in her head.

“Then I think I hate them more than you.” He looked around. It was a nice day, not that he cared much. This was probably the only time he would spend outside for another month. Until now he hadn’t taken notice of Angela’s stammering, being concerned with her problem and all. He glanced back at her. “You okay Angela?”

Angela seemed to be in another world. "Oh yea, of course." She said giving a slightly fake smile. "So you would kill one? Or have you already?" She asked him making sure she didn't sstamer anymore.

He laughed at her questions "No, I haven't killed any one. And i'm not sure if I ever will, but I surely wouldn't put it past myself." He thought it odd she hadn't really answered his question. "If I can't trust myself not to kill one then I don't think anyone else should." He shrugged.

Angela nodded. "Y-yea..." She sighed. "So wat do you think would make you do it?" She asked. For some reason this interested her. She looked down and started pulling out blades of grass and placing them along Adriaan's legs. She looked up and smiled at him.

He gave her an odd look, watching her pluck the grass. "Anything I suppose." He stayed watching her for a while, then sat up, careful not to move the grass. "Are you trying to bury me?" he said with fake horror. "You might want to try some dirt too though.. that's usually a good ingredient in burying someone."

Angela raised and eyebrow at her. She crossed her arms and inched closer towards him until she was face to face with him. "If I wanted to bury you, I would. With or without dirt." She said smirking. She then moved her hand above his head and opened it letting a few blades of grass fall on top of his head. She crossed her arms again and stared at him still having the smirk on her face.

He smiled gently at her. "Don't be silly, you would mostly definitely need dirt." A light breeze blew past them, sending a couple of the blades of grass fluttering from his hair. One of them trembled with the wind, landing on Angela's cheek. Adriaan reached up and lightly brushed it away. "Oh, you should be careful. You might bury yourself too."

Angela blushed when he brushed the blade of grass from his cheek. Angela felt her cheeks get warm and her eyes widened. She quickly looked away from him at anywhre besides him. "Yea..well I'll just..um..use dirt then." She said not sure if what she was saying made any sence.

'Why are you blushing..what is wrong with you.' she scolded herself mentally.

Adriaan watched her look away. His eyes focusing on her. Maybe he wasn't as completely dense as he let on. He smiled. "Oh no. My midget is blushing." he said giving a goofy half smile. "Why's my midget blushing, hm?" he said laughing and brushing the rest of the grass from his hair. "Don't tell me she's not used to being touched." he joked, putting his hands on her hips

Angela scrunched her face up and blushed even more when he said that. "Shut up." She mumbled barely above a whisper. She turned her face away even more. She could feel herself getting beet red.

"Aw, you're so cute when you're embarrassed." He laughed "Glad i'm not the only one who gets embarrassed." He tried to stifle his laughter with a sigh. He settled himself down. And moved so that he could see Angela’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad.” He said smiling.

Angela sighed and looked up. "I'm not mad.." She mumbled. "Just extremely red at the moment." She added still feeling her face warm , though not as hot as before. "Apparently I get embarassed easily."

"You shouldn't. Just because someone shows you some affection is no reason to get all red." He couldn't help but smile at her. His hands slid from her hips down to her legs and he drummed lightly on them. "I take it you aren’t a very affectionate person?" he chuckled “You could have told me I was embarrassing you.” He mumbled and quickly poked his tongue out at her.

Angela watched as his hands traveled from her hips to her legs, she remained flustered. "I..noone..well you see." She stammered. "Noone ever is this close to me." She managed to get out. "And I wasn't fully embarassed until you called out my blushing." She said smiling.

"Oh," he said "then next time I wont point it out." He thought about his words and smirked "Or maybe I will. I guess you'll just have to do your best not to ever blush around me." He hadn't noticed he had stopped drumming his hands, but now they sat gently on her legs. "I don't know though, it might be a little tough for you. I'm a touchy-feely kind of person."

Angela smiled almost nervously. "So I can see." she said peering at his hand. "I mean I don't mind I just seem to blush.." Angela thought for a minute. "I mean I do mind..no I don't but I mean...um." Angela stopped talking for a second and thought before speaking again. "I mean.." She trailed off.

'what do I mean?' She wondered to herself.

"I have no idea what I mean." she finally admitted.

Adriaan pressed his lips in to a thin line looking at her like she was crazy. "I'm glad we know that you have no clue what you mean. I'm sorry if you mind, or dont. Its not a difficult thing for me to not be as handsy, if you'd prefer." He laughed at her and slid his hands from her legs to the grass in front of them.

Angela felt some something odd when he moved his hands but brushed it off. "Um well I gess what I was attempting to say was that I don't care if you're handsey, I just get a flustered apparently." Angela explained now being able to form a complete sentence.

"Is that so." He laughed lightly "I guess i'll be careful then, don't want you to get flustered when meeting other people, or in class now do we?" he cooed. He laid back on the ground, thinking of what a weird girl Angela was. "You know, you are a weird Slytherin, letting boys fluster you and questioning your dislike of muggle mixes."