Blythe glances around, noting the bustling crowds silently as she makes her way towards Flourish and Blotts. She glances down at her list, brushing strands of hair from her face before entering the store. First years stare around in a mixture of awe and terror, their eyes huge as they struggle to accept that they are really going to Hogwarts. She laughs softly and quickly finds the books she needs, paying for them and leaving before someone approaches her. She is in a less than wonderful mood and doesn't feel like being bothered so, books in hand, she heads towards Magical Menagerie. She needs a familiar.
"Yeah, I heard they brought the werewolf, what's his name again? Ah well, I hear he's back this year. Teaching us Defense against the Dark Arts I believe," says a somewhat cold feminine voice
"Lupin, wasn't it?" Another, slightly bored and clearly masculine, voice drawls.
An enthralled sigh, "Yeah, him."
Blythe looks up and suppresses a gasp. The young man before her is the most handsome—no; beautiful was more accurate—person she has ever laid eyes upon. White blonde hair falls almost messily into eyes of the most entrancing shade of silver, soft gray velvet. His body is toned, but not overly muscled, must play Quidditch. He looks annoyed as he tries to untangle the girl's arms from around his neck.
"Pansy, please refrain from doing that," he states sarcastically.
Blythe's eyes linger on his form before flitting to the girl. Curly blonde hair and a cold, aristocratic face. But her body…her body is beautiful. Shapely and toned everywhere, her short skirt and tights shirt are filled out perfectly. Blythe sighs and shakes her head, moving to brush past them. Then someone jostles the boy into her. Books sprawl everywhere. A small squeak escaped her lips as she fell. Then an arm wound around her waist, catching her before she hit the hard ground.
"Are you alright?"
And she looks up into gray velvet.