Entering the common room after classes, Ariana dropped her bag to the floor beside the couch - a little bit harder than she meant to, as the books banged against the floor - and then sat down on it it. She possibly should have pulled out her homework, but Ariana wanted to give herself a little while to chill, and possibly chat.
She was a sociable creature, so turned her attention to the person sitting beside her. "Hi there."
Hi there? After being terribly rude, all she could say was hi there? Edgar Halifax knew he should have been just a little nicer to someone in his house, if only to keep Professor Redgrave and his parents off his tail, but he--
"Why do you have to be loud?"
She was kind of pretty though. Maybe her loudness wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe she wasn't such a bad thing. Besides, Rosalie wasn't here, and he still wasn't married. Edgar could do whatever he wanted. "I'm Edgar Halifax," he said, pausing for just a moment to let his name sink in, because he was sure everyone would know his name as long as they had a moment to think about it. "Who are you? Sorry for snapping at you." He wasn't really sorry, but he knew he should say it anyway.
His homework could wait right where it was in his lap, as long as he got to talk to whomever this girl was.
Why did she have to be so loud? Oh that was a little bit rich, all she had said was hello, it wasn't as though she had started yelling at him. However Ariana held her tongue, because it was not worth getting into a disagreement about. Some things were, some boy thinking that she was being loud for saying hello? Not quite worth it.
Halifax. Oh, she knew that name. Important family, a big company. She eyed the boy. Interesting. "Nice to meet you," she said, which a true point, considering that he was a Halifax. Worth knowing. "Ariana Rosewood. And don't worry about it, it's fine," she offered him a smile.
Rosewood. That sounded properly proper. Edgar gave his best charming smile and extended a hand to her. His parents would clearly have been so proud.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ariana Rosewood," the boy said evenly. She was very pretty, and he very much wanted to tell her so, but after everything that had been happening at Hogwarts and with his parents, he was a bit afraid that word might travel, especially now that he was betrothed.
"How do you do?" he asked, as all proper young boys might. He could handle this, as long as she didn't get so damned loud again.
Ariana took his hand, because she knew the way that things were played. Maybe in a standard world twelve and fourteen year old school mates would not be shaking hands, but those sorts of things did not apply to pureblooded children. "Pleasure to meet you as well," she returned with a smile. It was half politeness, but she did honestly like meeting people.
"I'm well, thank you." She was still mulling over his name, Halifax. A useful person to know. Perhaps also not a thought that a standard twelve year old should be having. "And yourself? What have you been up to?"
It was a bit tiresome to put up a front, but at least Ariana was doing all the proper things, like returning the handshake and wanting to talk about him. "I'm well, thank you," he offered in return. Losing himself for a moment, he slackened in his seat, only to straighten up once again. "I was doing homework, but you're welcome to stay."
He really hoped he hadn't just summoned Death himself on that one.
Her lip twitched a little bit when he slumped and then straightened again a few moments later. People always trying to present themselves as perfect, incredibly common around the pureblood families. "Thank you," she said. "I didn't mean to intrude." At the offer to stay, she leaned back in the chair a little, relaxing herself. Maybe if he saw her doing it, he'd echo it, lowering his defences. Maybe it was worth a shot.
"At this moment, nothing. I was going to do my homework if I didn't find anything more interesting to hold my interest." She liked having a nice chat.
Edgar stared at the pureblood girl who sat lazily. Was she trying to prove some kind of point? "I couldn't think of anything more interesting than staying with me," he said, although quite a few things jumped to his mind. "Tell me more about you." He continued to sit up straight and proper, just in case; if she was testing him, he didn't want to fail that test.
He wondered, just for a moment, why he cared about keeping face around another pureblood, but he decided it was because she was pretty, and pretty pureblood girls were always worth impressing.
He wasn't relaxing his posture. Pity. Oh well. Ariana kept leaning back against the chair, she wasn't about to go back to sitting properly now. That would have been a little bit suspicious. At his words, she smiled. "I'm glad this'll be worth my time then." Though she could also think of a few things that might be more interesting. "What would you wish to know? I'd hate to bore you with uninteresting details."
He hated having to ask even more questions that people should already have the answers to without being asked, if only because he felt like valuable time was being wasted. "How is your family?" Edgar asked, a proper segway into their conversation, even if he didn't actually care about her family.
Family. Of course he would ask about her family. What else would a young pureblood decide to have a conversation about? It was just not the most cheerful of conversation topics for her, and the mention of it made her mood drop. "Dead, mostly," she said softly, twisting her fingers together. It wasn't going to make for a cheerful conversation, but thinking of her family had distracted her from the thoughts of what the conversation could achieve. She just missed them terribly.
Huh, they were dead? He felt like that was something he was supposed to know, but he found it hard to care. "Er, that sucks," he offered, losing his composure a bit. He didn't sound the least bit sympathetic, but at least his words tried. "Who do you live with then?"
He tried to imagine living with anyone but his parents, but it was hard.
In Ariana's experience, people tended to struggle with how to respond when she mentioned that her family were dead. There was a whole array of different reactions. 'That sucks' did kind of sum it up, even if the tone was unsympathetic. "It does, yes," she said, twisting her fingers again and then shrugging her shoulders. "I live with my brother." Even if he still seemed more of a stranger, than a family member.
"I don't really know him very well," she answered truthfully. "He is a fair few years older than me. He's a curse breaker, likes travelling, was a Gryffindor," she shrugged her shoulders. It was not a very rounded description of her brother, but neither was her knowledge of him. "Do you have any siblings?"