You See Me and Yet You Want Me? PAFP

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    Olivander navigated through the crowded hallways to his next class, feeling his face burn as Virginia remained on his mind--and he couldn't stop thinking about her. The girl wasn't like anyone else, that was for sure. Of course, every person was unique, but he didn't mean it in terms of genetics. Quickly, though, before anyone else noticed, he managed to wipe his face clear of emotion and waited for the bell to ring and class to start.

    Virginia walks to her last class of the day, speech class. This is one that she truly despised, but she really didn't think about it right now, being in such a good mood for the moment. She knows that she shouldn't stress today because she doesn't have a speech to give today. She sits down in her usual seat in the class room with a quiet sigh.

    Olivander relaxed, stretching his legs out in front of his desk--quite a comfortable position. This was one of his most informal classes of the day--half of the time, his professor preferred group activities rather than lectures, and the students could work on whatever they wanted as long as it didn't disrupt the class and they didn't outright fail on their tests. Needless to say, this was one of the classes everyone wanted to get in to. It was a weird system, yes, but one that seemed to work. He opened up his notebook, taking notes here and there but not really paying attention.

    Finally the class is over, and Olivander hurriedly packs up and exits the room. He'd been over to the range just yesterday, but... he needed something to relax his mind, give him a bit of peace, and archery always helped with that particular problem.

    Virginia walks out of her class, her bag on her shoulder. She walks across the campus to her truck and unlocks it, getting in. She then heads towards her house to drop her school stuff off and get her gear.

    Olivander hurries across campus to the bus stop, nearly running to get there before it pulled away. Not having a car came with some disadvantages, true, but then you had all of the associated money problems as well.... He gets on board, hurriedly paying his fare before choosing a seat near the back.

    Olivander closes his eyes on the way back to his apartment, nearly falling asleep until the driver announces his stop is coming up. His eyes flew open, and he hastily gathers up his things and walks to the front of the bus just as it comes to a halt. He hopped off, digging his key out of his pocket and slipping past the now-open door. He really should work on homework, but... the range was calling to him. With a shrug, he quickly tosses his school stuff onto the floor and picks up his bow and arrow quiver, carefully making sure both are packed safely in the carrying case. He leaves the apartment, locking the door before heading back over to the bus stop to wait.

    On her way to the range, Virginia passes an apartment building with a bus stop in front of it. At the bus stop, she passes a familiar face and turns into the parking lot. She puts the truck in park and gets out, walking to the sidewalk to make sure that she isn't mistaken. "Olivander?" She calls questioningly.

    Wow... this was unexpected. Olivander turned, scanning the nearby area before his eyes landed on Virginia. He glanced along the road--no bus yet--and then waved, trotting over. "Hey, Virginia... Looks like you've found where I live, huh?" he half-asked, half-teased. "So... where are you heading off to that you just happened to be driving by?"

    Virginia smiles at him kindly as he approaches her, "Hey. I am headed towards the range." She says. She then takes notice of his carefully held archery set, "I'm guessing that that's where you're heading as well?" She observes curiously.

    "Alright, then..." Olivander shifted the case, trying not to let it show just how heavy it was--and how he could barely hold it up for more than a few minutes at a time, despite the strength needed to actually pull back a bowstring.

    "Let's wait and see how good either of us actually are before making any assumptions, hmmm?" Olivander asks, pretending to be completely innocent. He didn't want to get Virginia upset by choosing either answer--and besides, he didn't really have much of an opinion. He would like it to be himself, naturally, but... he just didn't know for sure.


    //Hey, would you like to read one of my poems?

    OOC: Sure
    IC:
    Virginia smiles and laughs, "I think that that is a wise decision." She says in agreement. She unlocks her truck and walks over to the drivers side, opening her door, "You can put your stuff in the back if you want," She offers to him, doubting that he wants his case in his lap the whole time.