The day was mostly gone and done, and there was still three things that she wanted to get done that day. 1. There was two chapters left of the book that she was reading, and she wanted to finish those. 2. She had a conclusion of a herbology to finish which needed a) a conclusion and b) a quick edit over to make sure there was no outstanding problems. 3. She was bored and wanted to talk to someone for a little while before she set off on the first things. Which involved a) finding a person that wasn't that busy to talk to them, b) finding a topic of conversation that would not just fizzle out immediately and c) actually starting a conversation.
So entering the common room, she moved over to the couch, sitting down next to a person that did not look terribly busy, but perhaps she was wrong. Reading people wasn't quite so easy as planning out steps was. "Hi."
There was a certain pleasure in having all of his work done, and Noah was quite fond of the feeling. Perhaps he'd do things before the last minute more often. Being able to just lounge about for a while without thinking about school was nice. Refreshing, even. It probably wouldn't last the week, though, once the next batch of homework got piled on.
He was debating getting up and going wandering when someone sat down next to him and spoke. Since there was no one else around at the time, he had to assume she was speaking to him, which was fine. She was fairly pretty. "Hello."
Well, he was talking back, so that at least was a step in the right direction. Now she just had to keep the conversation going, or started, really. She wouldn't classify a hello as a conversation. So starting a conversation. Finding something of similar interest to talk about. Starting with small talk, and trying to move onto something that was more interesting. "What are you up to?"
If there was one thing Noah wasn't quite used to, it was girls coming up to talk to him. Most of the time he was the one approaching. But of course he wasn't going to mention that. It would probably only serve to scare the girl away and she was very pretty. "Just enjoying having finished all of my assignments early for the first time... ever," he replied. It was slightly bragging but more so just being honest. "What are you up to? Besides talking to me."
"Well that's a good achievement," she said with a smile at him. She wished that she had all of her assignments done early, but right at this moment, that wasn't happening. Her mind rattled through the list of things which she needed to do before she had that done. "Well, I do have a herbology essay to finish, but." She gave a vague gesture to the lack of work that was sitting in front of her, and gave a half smile. "I'm not there yet."
His eyes went to the essay that was lying abandoned on the table. "Herbology isn't the worst subject to have an essay on," he noted. It wasn't the best subject, but then no subject was the best for essays. Essays were annoying all the time. He was much more into practical exercises. Getting up and actually doing something felt like progress. Writing out words on a page didn't feel like much of anything. "What's it about?"
"Not the worst, no," she agreed, her eyes drifting to her essay. "And it is nearly done. So that is something." It just wasn't her favourite subject, and that made it somewhat tiresome to be writing essays for. Though essays in general could get tiresome. "It's on mandrakes. Which isn't the worst herbology topic I've had to write an essay on."
Herbology wasn't a subject that Noah dreaded most of the time. He didn't care much for plants, but it was something that usually involved using his hands which he enjoyed. There was something much more satisfying about doing practical work as opposed to a lecture or theory work. It seemed more useful to actually be doing something rather than just trying to listen and process. "Perhaps you should finish it then, so you have more time to not write essays later," he suggested when she said it was nearly done. "Mandrakes are a pretty easy topic."
It was definitely a valid point. And she should, she knew that she should. At least then once it was done she could stop being worried about it? "I should," she acknowledged, though made an overexaggerated face about it. "But I might be social for a little while longer. Unless you have things you need to do?"
He laughed at the face she made, shaking his head with a look of amusement on his face. She sounded like he normally did when it came to schoolwork. He wasn't the most studious person, but he did get things done. Today was probably a one in a million thing and he'd never do it again. "I don't mind being social," he replied with a shrug. "Always have time to talk to pretty girls."
At the compliment, she smiled, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. "That's good," she would hate to be a bother. She could have found someone else to go and chat to, but it was far more convenient if it was the person beside her. "Though that probably involves circular small talk."
Noah chuckled. "Oh, small talk," he said with a shake of his head. A necessary evil. At least until they knew each other better and that was something he wasn't against happening. Pretty girls were nice to talk to, especially when they actually wanted to talk back. "I'm sure we can manage."
She twisted a finger around the strand of hair that she had just tucked back, and smiled. "Well if you're sure..." she dropped her hair, placing her hands into her lap. "Do you have anything interesting to start off with then?" Ariana was glad that he seemed receptive to talking.
Momentarily distracted by her hair twirling, Noah chuckled. He wasn't sure he'd call any kind of small talk interesting. However, he wasn't really going to complain if it wasn't actually small talk. That would get boring quickly. Maybe he could make her smile with a bad pick up line? "Actually, I hate to ask, but before we get too distracted... do you have any bandages? I might have scraped my knee falling for you." His grin would hopefully tell her he was just being an idiot and didn't intend it for real.
Ariana looked at him for a moment, and then laughed. Wait, he wasn't serious right? His expression seemed to express that he wasn't serious. She hoped he wasn't serious. Not sure how on earth she was meant to respond to that, joking or otherwise, she just laughed again.