Finally I See The Sky That Has Been Avoiding Me[O]

[caseymurphett]

Casey Murphett was surprisingly content for someone who, until recently, had been complaining loudly about how bored he was. He had a free period, and had, after much persuading and promises of new clothes, managed to get Jemma to cut Arithmancy - which she only took so she could ogle professor Grey - and spend time with him. However, she’d only stuck to half the bargain - the cutting class part - and had run off to see her boyfriend Mark as soon as she discovered that he had a free period, too.

It had only taken Casey a moment or two to stop being annoyed at his friend, but that had left him with a whole hour and nothing to do. Well, there was homework, but he wasn’t going to spend free time doing that. He’d gone and sat in the Gryffindor common room, but it had only been a few minutes before he was bored out of his skull. No way is Jemma getting any new clothes out of him when she abandoned him to this terrible fate.

But it was the thought of Jemma that had given him and idea of what to do, so with a sudden smile on his face he bounded up the stairs to the boys dormitory, grabbed his design folder and skipped back down to the common room. He couldn’t stay in there, though - the room was just so dull, how was he supposed to get inspired in a place like that - so he’d immediately left the room, searching for somewhere that would get the creative juices flowing. A lot of the time he liked to go and sit in the grounds, stretch out on the grass and soak up the sun - sunlight was very inspiring - but of course, that really wasn’t possible in the middle of November, not if he wanted to keep his appendages intact.

He’d been wandering aimlessly when he saw it - a long patch of light fell from a tall window in the middle of a deserted corridor, the light on the floor coloured slightly from the faded stained glass of the simple window, and the floor heated, some how, by the winter sun.

He’d almost squealed in delight.

Settling himself down, Casey stretched out on his stomach, kicking his feet into the air and crossing them at the ankle, smiling indulgently at the little piece of paradise he’d just found. There was no one in the corridor - probably because most people were in lessons - but even if there had been, Casey wouldn’t budge. He pulled his sketchbook over to him, flipping it open idly and looking through his own designs with little interest - he was still too busy congratulating himself on his find. His eyes eventually lit on a half-worked out idea he had for a skirt, and he pulled a pencil out of his bag, and began scribbling.

[remy]

There seemed to be nothing to do; all of his friends were in classes, it was too cold outside to walk around, and he wasn't tired enough to take a nap. So with all his usual choices exhausted, as well as not being able to go to Hogsmeade at the moment, he went to wandering the halls slowly and aimlessly. For a while, he stopped, watching as a spider wove its web, which soon became as droll and mundane as his morning was. He sighed his displeasure as he descended another flight fo stairs, even the sound of his shoes hitting the stairs beneath him was vapid, at best.

Running his hand down the cool stone wall, he paused again. His brow knit as he heard the faintest whisper of noise, attempting to discern whether or not he actually had heard something. Trudging down the hallways, he picked up the pace a little, a bit of color coming into his otherwise gray steps. It only took a minute to find the source, a boy scribbling away at something. It was odd, someone just sprawled out in the middle of a hallway.

It seemed like it would be a good distraction, so Remy Carver approached the boy, not attempting to sneak up on him and letting his coming be known by humming. After all, he didn't want to scare the boy. After crossing the corridor, he peered at what the boy was working on, fashion sketches it seemed. And not bad ones, he might add. He vaguely recalled hearing about the boy...He knew that they were in the same house, he should know the name. Carter... Marty? No, those weren't right. Suddenly the name snapped into his mind...mostly. "Hey, you're... Casey Murphy, right?"

[caseymurphett]

Casey’s eyes flicked up as he heard humming and the gradual approach of footsteps. He thought his spot was fairly out of the way, but, he supposed, it depended on which direction you were coming from. Not that it mattered - as much as he loved his work, Casey was a social creature, and having someone around was much better than being sat on his own, even if it meant his sketches had to wait. He was mildly surprised when he recognised the person walking towards him, even though Hogwarts wasn’t exactly a large school, and he knew at least some gossip about nearly all its students - but this certain someone was in his house, a year or two above, but Casey recognised him anyway.

Trouble was, as familiar as his face was, he couldn’t for the life of him think of the boy’s name.

Fortunately, the boy didn’t seem to be able to remember his either. “Murphett” He corrected with a laugh, pushing himself up so he was sitting cross legged. “If my last name was Murphy and my parents called me Casey, I don’t think I’d ever forgive them,” - He pulled a face - “I’d rhyme! Anyway, the last name’s not the important bit, unless you were planning to call me by it. Some people call me Murfs, or Smurf, but they tend to get pencils lobbed at them.” He grinned brightly, sticking the pencil he hand in his hand behind his ear. He was talking too much already, but he had a hard time helping himself.

“You’re in Gryffindor, aren’t you?” He asked, before he could keep his mouth shut “Sorry, but I’ve got no idea what your name is, not even a wrong idea.” He grinned again, showing there was no hard feelings over the other boy getting his name wrong - not that that would have been fair, seeing as he himself couldn’t even begin to remember what this guy’s name was, he just had a tendency to tease without considering whether the other person would take it seriously or not.

[remy]

Remy chuckled as the boy corrected him, though he'd at least been in the ball park with Murphy. Remy figured that he would just call him Casey, at least for the time being, just so he didn't bug him before he got to know him. He then laughed a bit more heartily as he explained his displeasure with the rhyming names, as well as a couple of nicknames he didn't particularly care for.

When he thought about it, he probably wouldn't care for the name 'Smurf' either. And he'd do worse than pencils if someone called him that. "Oh yeah. I'm in Gryffindor, too." he responded, sticking out his hand, then continued, "Remy Carver, and don't worry, my name's not common knowledge yet." Which it wasn't, he'd really only been hanging out with Toby or Rhys since he had gotten here.

Smiling as the other boy did, Remy shifted his eyes to look at the sketches again. He was mildly jealous, as he was with anyone who could draw, or with musical talents, but that wasn't too appropriate at the moment. "That's really good, the drawing." Of course, he kind of wanted to know if the boy sewed the designs by hand or if he had stumbled across some magical spell to do it for him. He'd have to press that question soon.

[caseymurphett]

Casey smiled as the newcomer ;laughed at what he was saying. Making other people laugh was not something Casey had a talent for - not intentionally, at any rate. His older brother had always been the one who had the rest of them in stitches, but it was something Casey wished he could do better - and people laughing at him didn’t really count. He didn’t think the other boy was laughing at him, at any rate, but any laughter was better than no laughter, he supposed.

Casey’s mouth formed a slight O as Remy told him his name, but he quickly corrected that to a grin, and took the other boy’s hand in his own, shaking it vigorously. So that’s Remy Carver, he thought. The boy had only been at Hogwarts a month, and he was already beginning to get a reputation. Casey was surprised he even recognised the boy’s face - rumour had it he didn’t spend much time outside the dormitories.

“Remy,” Casey managed to say, whilst his brain whizzed through all the new possibilities, “Got it.” It occurred to Casey that he’d just shaken the hand of a supposed sex maniac, but he tried not to dwell on that thought. Sex maniacs were people, too, right? Remy was probably a really nice guy, despite his obsession with the mattress-spring fandango. “So you’re like, really new, huh?” Casey asked, flipping his hair out of his eye with a quick jerk of the head “Where’re you from? Like, originally, I mean. That accent definitely doesn’t sound British.” Casey grinned again. Okay, so maybe he was snooping a little bit, but it was reasonable to ask new people about themselves, wasn’t it? He wasn’t necessarily looking for gossip…

Casey blushed slightly and smiled up at Remy when the other boy complimented his sketch. “Thanks, I thought so too” He said with a slight laugh “It’ll look better when I turn it into something wearable, though, designs don’t really come across properly on paper, y’know?” Remy probably didn’t know, but Casey ploughed on anyway “Like, I can see what it’ll look like in my head, but I need to get it down on paper before I forget, and then that’ll remind me how I imagined it, if that makes sense.” Casey knew he was babbling, but that was an unfortunate by-product of people asking him about things that actually interested him.