Like the Mad Hatter (Ryan)

Anya looked around nervously. She was looking for a boy with brown hair and green eyes. Today, Anya had warn her hair down and tied a bow in it with a ribbon. She had tried to ignore the fact that just last night in her vision she had seen a boy fall and get terribly hurt. And again, the questions went through her head. Was she allowed to stop these "accidents" from happening, or not? She needed to find these things out and fast. Anya didn't like having to watch people get hurt when she knew it was going to happen. She wanted to be able to prevent the terrible things she was seeing from happening. She had balled her eyes out when it had happened to her own sister, so she wondered what would happen if it happened to a random stranger.

Anya looked towards the other side of the street where the accident was going to happen. Then she saw him. She nervously looked around, and nothing was happening. Was her vision wrong? Where they broken, or out of batteries? Was that such a thing? She really needed to do more research. The boy was about to reach the spot where he was going to fall, and Anya couldn't watch. She then quickly darted a crossed the street, and fell flat on her stomach. She sat up and said, "Ow..." But she was happy to take the fall for somebody else. Anya hated watching people get hurt. She hated watching CeCe get hurt in particular. She looked up and the boy and smiled and stood up. She said, "I hope your alright?!" Of course he was alright. He wasn't the one who fell. Now he would think she was mad.

When she stood up, she realized that her shirt and hair bow was all crooked. This couldn't be. Here she was meeting a new boy, and she was an absolute mess. At least she could use the fact that she fell as an excuse. But looking at the boy, she realized how small he was. He was younger. Good, so she would have cooties, and be disgusting. So he wouldn't care how she looked. But, regardless, Anya fixed herself up moving her bow to the correct spot, and readjusted her shirt, and brushed off the dirt that scattered her clothes. She would now try in all her power to convince this boy that she was indeed NOT mad. Just a little crazy.

Today on the way out of the house, Ryan threw on a nice 'Skillet' jacket over a plain black t-shirt. Then just headed on out, planning to go to Diagon Alley and get some supplies for school. It was his first year so he needed to get some good stuff to make a decent impression, but he didn't actually want that much attention to himself if that made sense. It sucked to have to go that far to get supplies, but his mother just insisted on taking him. So it was mainly silence on the way to the Alley, other than the occasional cough from Louisa. But he gave her a hug when they arrived then watched her drive away. Then he turned and made his way for the main street.

So he just started down the street, taking in his surroundings carefully and he saw this girl with a bow across from the street but didn't make a big deal of it. But when she started his way he watched her closer but jogged over when she fell, he may not be social but he wasn't mean. Then almost chuckled when she asked him if he was okay, she was the one that fell. He held out a hand to help her up and spoke as he did so, "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. The question is, are you? Okay?" That was weird of her to say, she fell, not him. What was he supposed to do? How should he handle this if she thought he fell when she did.

Once she stood up, then made sure she was okay before he asked, "Do you need help?" She seemed a couple years older than him so she might be maybe a second, or third year at Hogwarts. Trying to be polite he stuck out a hand like his mother taught him, "I'm Ryan, whats your name?" Maybe if he talked to her he could maybe find out more about Hogwarts and really anything wizarding.