Will Always Find Their Kind [Cressida]

[Samson Caine]

To the young new Astronomy Professor it felt like only yesterday was he walking the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a student. Walking through the grounds from Herbology Class, through to enter the school and up the grand marble stair case to the first floor, second, third, then fourth- to the library, the one of the few places in Hogwarts that the young wizard saw as a little self-haven.

But now Samson Hannibal Caine was here as a Professor and although it felt strange, it also felt right. Hewas glad to be back at Hogwarts the large, old school hadn’t changed at all in the whole on the several years it had been since he was here last and had lived and spent seven years of his life. It was almost like returning home and it felt…nice.

Samson was heading to the very place he had thought of earlier; the library. Of course this bookworm was heading for the library to see if the place had been changed after seven years and what new books it had to offer.

[Cressida Whitham]

I hate being late. I hate being late. I hate being late.

The former Hufflepuff hurried down the halls, occasionally knocking into things as she scurried along. She didn't have time to stay and get hexed by angered Slytherin and the like, though; she was late. And, well, punctuality was so so so important for an apprentice. Whoever her superior was, they would most definitely not be happy that she was late before she'd even started her apprenticeship. It was disappointing, to say the least.

Before she could completely catch herself as she ran walked quickly and with purpose thought the halls, she ended up crashing into yet another person. Oh, whoop-de-fucking-doo. Except this time, instead of it being a token push-past gesture thing, it was a full on collision. Well, wasn't that just fantastic. She wouldn't have time to get away before she was hexed. So she'd just have to apologize and hope for the best.

She looked up at the poor person with wide, cerulean eyes. "God, I'm so sor--" She abruptly stopped, on seeing the man's face (which she had to look up quite a bit to be able to see). He seemed to spark a certain memory. A pleasant one, though she really couldn't place what it was. She frowned slightly in concentration, before snapping her fingers and pointing at him.

"I think..." she started, "I think I know you from somewhere!" Then she remembered that, oh lord, pointing... hell, that was rude. She lowered her finger quickly, awkwardly clearing her throat. Fuck, what kind of Hufflepuff had she been? Not a very good one, that was for certain! She couldn't even remember basic manners!

And that was when it clicked for her. Manners. Chivalry. Of course! This was, if she remembered his name correctly, Samson Caine. He was, besides... Adam... the only person that was halfway nice to Cressida during Hogwarts. And she'd forgotten that! Oh, god, this was just awful. Well. No. She hadn't forgotten, or else she wouldn't have remembered now. "... Your name... it's Samson, isn't it?" she said, a small, uncertain smile working its way onto her face. She hoped she was right. Or else this could get really, really awkward.

[Samson Caine]

He was taken by surprise when someone completely collided into him was he really that lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t seen someone about to run into him in time to move out of their way? That was odd. He stumbled for a moment but was quick to steady himself.
As the woman who ran into him began to apologise, she cut herself off and pointed at him. She knew him? Perhaps she was mistaken. He watched and as she tried quickly lower her finger and try to place how she actually knew him and he saw the very moment she seemed to remember him and then, accompanied with an uncertain smile, she spoke his name with a tone that was asking whether or not she was right.
“Yes, it’s Samson” He replied with an amused smirk.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the woman, now curious himself as to where he had met her before. The woman was actually quite short but undeniably beautiful, with long wavy tresses of light gold hair, gorgeous icy blue eyes and light pink full lips that contrasted beautifully with her porcelain skin…she seemed oddly…familiar, but surely if he had met her before, with his excellent memory he’d have recognized her instantly? But no, he didn't recognize her instantly. In fact, it was only when his eyes fell on the hairpin in her hair that it clicked. It was the daffodil girl from the library- the one that asked him to get Oliver Twist down from a high shelf that day. Cressida Whitham. Wow. She had changed- she was far more beautiful than the little meek, skittish little girl he had met in the library that day. She seemed to have…matured.

He cleared his throat and nodded in greeting “Cressida.” He spoke with a smile playing on the corners of his lips.
“I see you've grown…a whole…what?” He paused to look at her for a moment, holding back a smirk.
“Two inches?” He finally let gave a small teasing smirk show on his face. Already, he was beginning the banter, as if he’d known her for years or at least knew each other well when they were both at school- even though, that was not the case- but he knew from the few times he had met her all those years ago that she was quite jumpy and scared of people she didn't know because it seemed that everyone she wasn't familiar with was a threat. So perhaps, if treated like an old acquaintance, she’d feel like one and not feel as intimidated by him.

"You look...uh...good, 'Golden' daffodil girl." Did those words seriously just spill from his mouth? He was fairly sure that was one of his most poorly composed sentences. However, he couldn't remove the crooked grin that was now on his face, even after that mess of a sentence.

[Cressida Whitham]

The witch was really beginning to feel like she'd made a mistake because, well, she did this sort of thing all the time. If it turned out that she had made a mistake, then she'd be absolutely mortified, just as she was every time she did that. It was just awkward and stupid, so she'd just have to hurry away and act like it'd never happened.

But, no, it really was Samson. She heaved a sigh of relief, and her uncertain smile grew into a wide, happy one. Thank god. It wasn't just her being stupid. Although he really didn't seem to remember her for a moment,she'd remembered him, and she was actually really proud of herself. Having remembered someone that she briefly encountered eight years ago was an achievement.

She noticed his eyes land on the pin in her hair, the one that she'd been wearing in the library that day, and that was when it seemed to click for him who she actually was. She smiled as she heard her name, and nodded. "Yep." she said, a soft laugh leaving her lips. "That's me."

She snorted at his next comment. She couldn't help that she was short, no matter how much she hated it. "Two inches is actually an achievement." she snickered in response. That was true; she never really had a growth spurt. Well, at least she didn't think she had. She didn't know. It honestly didn't seem that way to her.

... What. No. She didn't... nuh uh. Hah. She looked down at her feet for a moment, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She didn't... look good. And... the name. Oh, lord. She actually felt her face burn. Golden daffodil girl. He actually knew what her name meant; not many did. She looked up, shaking her head, a small, embarrassed smile playing at her lips. "Uh... you're looking well yourself." she admitted, twirling her hair around her finger. She wasn't going to direct this toward herself. She was curious about how he had been, anyway, not her.

[Samson Caine]

He saw the relief in her eyes when he confirmed that she was not mistaken and she smiled a gorgeous bright smile that almost completely floored him (an idea was one that made him snicker internally as well as want to recoil from her quickly) but then her soft laughed lightly sounded on his ears…definitely a sound that was acoustically pleasing. He looked at her carefully; a part of him still shocked over how much the daffodil girl had metamorphosed.

…Two inches was an achievement? He felt the corners of his mouth twitch but once again, held back the amused smile and put a hand over his heart “Oh how rude of me, I apologize for not acknowledging your great achievement” he chuckled lightly.
Ah, it seemed that her transformation was only extended to the outside, because as he complimented her he saw a flash of denial in her azure orbs- of which, had instantly dropped to the ground. She tucked a loose strand of her hair and he saw the blush forming in her cheeks as she looked back up at him, a meek and…slightly embarrassed? Smile on her lips as she returned the compliment and began twirling her hair around her finger. He looked back up into her eyes “Thank you” he thanked but found his eyes wandering back down to watch as she played with her hair.

He internally shook his head “Anyway, how have you been?” He asked with a curious smile.

[Cressida Whitham]

Cressida seemed to be having a run of good luck this day. Well. Except for being late for her class. Ah, who gave a shit? She could probably just write an owl saying that she was sick or something; she was sure that whoever her superior was wouldn't mind. They were supposed to be reasonable people, weren't they? Yeah. Cressa would be fine, surely. She didn't want to risk the kids getting "sick", anyway.

But, seriously. It was a miracle that she hadn't been hexed for running into someone the way she had. And then she remembered that she was in a workplace, and that it was professional. She wouldn't be hexed for something as stupid as that. Ah well. Never hurt to be careful, did it? Also... she'd run into someone who was halfway decent the last time she checked. She was perfectly fine.

She snickered in response to Samson. Well, she would have hoped that he was sorry. Two inches was a fucking lot for Cressida Whitham. "It's a mistake that's made by a surprising amount of people," she said nonchalantly, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off of her shoulder. It didn't really matter to her much, but she was getting some mileage out of it.

She nodded when he accepted her compliment, not really looking up until he asked her how she'd been. Hah. As if she was going to answer that truthfully. There was no fucking way that she was going to be honest about that, because, well, 1) She'd probably end up crying over it and 2) It was... kind of a lot to take in. So much had happened since the pair last spoke. So, instead, she gave a mere roll of her shoulders and a cursory smile.

"I've... I've been okay, thanks." she lied, the words coming out way, way too easily. God, she hated lying. It made her feel absolutely terrible. But this was... necessary? Okay, lying was never necessary. But still. She had her reasons. "What... What about you?"

[Samson Caine]

He couldn’t help but laugh lightly “Oh really? I’d never have thought.”

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There was something off with her demeanour then but he didn’t care to think too much into it, he did note the fact that she seemed ever so slightly more shook up after he asked how she had been which suggested maybe she wasn’t being entirely honest. But he didn’t really care, everyone had their secrets and he wasn’t really up for hearing about someone he hardly knew and hadn’t seen in a long time’s life story.

How had he been? He thought about the past seven years of his life, working at Flourish and Blotts and mastering his ability to transform into his Animagus had made things actually surprisingly busy but there was the odd dull moment and he had sometimes felt…empty. But he had been fine though hadn’t he? Yes.
“I’ve been good thanks” He smiled.
“What brings you back to Hogwarts?” He asked, out of curiosity because she wasn’t old enough to be a Professor, and yet, she was much older than any student. Perhaps, she was an apprentice? He couldn’t be entirely sure.
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