Fancy Meeting You Here! {Lorcan!?'

[zambini]

It was a usual day for Michella, wandering out to the grounds with nothing to do. Today, she was with her guitar and some parchement was in her pocket, along with a quill. A sunny, loving smile, was placed upon her lips. She placed herself under a tree, her slender, skinny fingers strumming over the metal strings, playing a song she knew from Spain. The lyrics were in Catalan.
'Estimat Pare en el Cel,
He volgut a una estrella fugaç,
Igual que vostè em va dir que,
Vostè va dir que faria realitat els meus somnis.'

Translated, they meant, 'Dear Father in Heaven,
I wished a shooting star,
Like you told me,
You said you would make my dreams reality.

Or somewhat along those lines. The song was cheery and in major, the sounds of her words enrapturing anyone in the sunny grounds that day. As she sang, she thought back to the time she was getting taught this in Spain. How she loved being an adventurer. She was four, and her eyes were closed, her hands exploring some pottery.

Some footsteps were heard; Michella turned her head sharply, to see a very familiar figure.
"Hey Lorcan!" she called to her best friend, cutting in the middle of her song. "Come sit down!"

[lorcan]

Lorcan looked around the grounds, scratching his head as he did and yawned. He'd just woke up, having slept in quite late that morning. He always slept in on Saturdays, but today he'd just not woke up. He had nothing planned for that day anyway, so there was nothing wrong with a few hours sleeping. He carried his sketchpad with him, tucked gently under his arm and walked quietly. He really was not sure where he was headed, because there was nothing seemingly to do. He would just sit down, and draw something like he always did when he got bored.

He was about to sit alone, when he spotted a familiar brunette girl, sitting alone, and gently singing a song. He smiled and took a few steps towards the girl, grinning when she recognised him and greeted him. He took a seat and folded his hands. "Hey, Chella," He greeted. He glanced at her and smiled. "Don't let me interrupt you."

[zambini]

"Hey, Chella," A smile crept onto his lips. "Don't let me interrupt you."
Her smile widened as she said, "I'm not playing for very longer anyway. I may as well stop for a while. So, how are you this sunny day? I've not seen you in a while." She enquired of him as she lay her guitar down delicately. She shifted up next to him a bit, pulling out her parchment and quill, sketching an island full of natives she's researched and explored with her parents when she was six years old. Michella was a muggle born, and very proud of it. When she finished that, she flipped to another peice and sketched out a Chinese Lotus.