When Zen took care of the grounds, she took care of them in a very serious way. She liked to make sure everything was in its place - she did not take her job lightly. She also liked to make sure all the students were exactly where they were supposed to be, when she could. She didn't appreciate rule breaking, she never had.
However, when she wasn't busy manning the helm, she was a bit more lenient, a bit more fun. Today had brought that side of her out - it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, albeit a little cold. She decided to take advantage of it by partaking in some target practice.
She had set up far away from where she believed she could accidentally hit any wayward students, but she had excellent aim so that wasn't really a problem anyhow. She had just gotten into place, lining up her sight, when she heard footsteps behind her. Lowering the bow, she looked over her shoulder, wondering who had wandered out to this part of the grounds.
It was still pretty cold out in the grounds, but Cora didn't mind it. It did mean that there would be less people out and about to bother her. She tended to take a book, or her homework outside with her, curling up somewhere hidden. It was however still a little cold for that, so she was just going for a walk.
Moving through the grounds, she saw a person ahead of her. Was that the caretaker? Squinting, she figured that it was. About to move on, finding an empty place to keep walking, she noticed the bow in her arms. Curiously, she moved forward. When the lady turned to look after her shoulder, Cora paused, tensing up. "I didn't mean to disturb you," she said quickly, taking a step back. Maybe this had been a bad idea.
Upon looking over her shoulder, Zen spotted the figure of a student. She was still not all that familiar with the names of the students, but she did tend to recognize faces. It was hard to keep up with names, what with all the coming and going of students - new ones came every year, old ones left just as often. She mostly focused on the upkeep of the castle anyhow.
She shook her head, though, at the girl's concern. "Oh, no, you're not bothering me." She said, waving off the concern. She lowered her bow, then looked between it and the girl, unsure if she should drop the object all together. "Are you alright? It's a bit cold for a casual walk." She asked, the empathy apparent in her voice.
She shouldn't have approached the teacher. She should have just continued quietly on her walk. That was better that disturbing people, than being a problem. A lesson she perhaps should have already learnt. Cora shrugged her shoulders. "It's not that bad," she said. "And it's quieter when it's cold." She didn't have to fight for quiet with other students who had decided to come outside. This way she had a lot of the space to herself.
She eyed the crossbow that was in the caretakers arms, curiously. It seemed as though it could be a fun thing to try, archery. She'd never done it. But she was hardly about to voice that to the woman.
The caretaker took a moment to examine the girl. For a moment, she flashed back to a time when she'd been in a similar situation - wandering the cold grounds, not wanting to talk to anyone. It was easier that way, you didn't have to worry about people bothering you. Maybe that was why she had come back to take care of the castle, as it and the grounds had served as a source of protection for so long.
She nodded a little, finally, bot to agree with the girl's words and to expel the old memory from her mind. It did not do well to dwell on the past, after all. "I like the quiet too." She admitted. She caught the girl's slight eyeing of the bow, which made her smile a little. People kind of reacted one of two ways when she toted around this thing: they were either terrified or intrigued. She was always happy to find one of the latter. "What's your name?" She asked, moving to set down the rather heavy bow on the cold ground beside them.
Cora preferred being alone. That wasn't to say that she didn't mind company sometimes, but... she didn't trust people. She didn't feel comfortable around most people. If she was alone she didn't have to deal with that, she didn't need to be constantly waiting on tenterhooks for something to go wrong, or for someone to hurt her. It was not a rare occurrence.
Her eyes trailed on the bow as it was set down on the ground. "Cora Roswell, ma'am." She eyed the caretaker cautiously. Why did she want to know that? What was going to happen? She should have just kept walking, keeping to herself was safer, was better.
Zen was trying to size the younger brunette up but, to be honest, she wasn't the easiest person to read. She had this sort of guarded quality about her, which made Zen both curious and wary. If someone had to wear that wall up like that, on their sleeve, their mistrust evident, it lead her to question what they'd been through to make them act in such a way.
Setting the bow down, Zen nodded as the girl introduced herself. "Please....just call me Zenaide. I'm not nearly old enough to be considered a...m'am." She said, smirking a little at the formality. "Have you ever handled a bow before, Cora?" She asked, following the girl's curious gaze to the object she'd returned to the ground.
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Being asked to call the lady by her first name made Cora feel uncomfortable. It had been quite firmly drilled into her that it was polite to use titles when talking to people that were older than you. First names were for people that were on your level, not for those in a higher position. Not wanting to outright disagree however, she just nodded and held her tongue.
Cora shook her head. "No, I haven't." She'd never been in a situation where that was possible. "It looks fun," she offered. She did think that she would like to try, but she was not about to ask. She didn't like asking for things, no matter what it was.
She wasn't really one to go around handing out a bow and arrow to just any student. That would be a little irresponsible. But, if someone seemed intelligent and capable, why not offer a lesson or to? It was nice to be able to defend yourself based on your own strength, rather than having to weigh your defense on the merit of your magic. Especially when you were muggleborn, and you had relied on your own capabilities outside of magic for so much of your life.
Zen unstrung the arrow she had placed in the bow before the girl had come along and raised the empty bow up to her side. "Well, I mean, if you have a little while, I could give you some hints and tricks." She said, nonchalant. She didn't want to be over-eager and scare off the girl, after all.
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Eyeing the woman, Cora bit her lip. She was interested, and she did think that it would be fun, but all the same… she didn’t like asking things of people. And even if this was something that was being offered to her, it was still a matter of principle. She didn’t like accepting help or things from people. If she couldn’t do it herself, then she didn’t want it. “I um,” she frowned, because she wanted to learn but… “I don’t want to waste your time.” She did enough of that. Enough people had to deal with her as it was.