Things that go humph in the sun (Carter!)

[Olivia Gallows]

It was looking up to be a pleasant Sunday. The sun was shining, but shielded by the various clouds in the sky. The heat was there but largely banished by the winds that blew across the earth, bringing with it the smell of...some sort of bloom, or someone's perfume. Laughter rung from somewhere far off - another student or two most likely, and hidden beneath the shade of a venerable old oak, Olivia was treated to perhaps the most perfect place in the whole wide world.

Frankly, she hated it.

"Stop moving, drat it," the girl grumbled spitefully, grabbing at the homework papers that itched to follow the call of nature and escape from her vice grip. Doing work outside, as it had turned out, seemed to have been a very bad idea. The weather was excellent for sitting around doing nothing, maybe read a book, but not for any sort of writing or something that required papers to not fly every which way. Like it was doing now.

It was like nature was saying "no" to the idea of working in this kind of perfect weather. To which Olivia could only say "Sod that" and continue in her mighty struggles to contain the flight of her homework. Honestly, this was awkward! She should be fleeing from anatomy labeling worksheets and Chemistry equations, not them from her.

And to make matters worse, a particularly strong gust of wind finally succeeded tearing the papers out of her grasp. Olivia exclaimed a word that would have landed her in the office if any teacher had happened to hear (hopefully none did) and stumbled after them, knocking her book and thermos over in the process. But that was a worry for another day.

"Hey!" she called out impatiently to anyone who might be standing in the direction the papers were traveling in. "Hey! Incoming Planck's constant equations! Grab them!"

[Carter Chevalier]

The strong gust of wind was enough to evidently knock a stack of papers out of the arms of a pretty girl and right into the (older) twin's path. That was followed by a very shrill exclamation that came from an unlikely mouth, and it was what caused him to turn his head and look.

Grab them... The papers.

Carter was quick to move; catching papers would have been easy for him at any rate given his extensive movement training, but it was just easier to do what he did. His foot hit the ground and a wall of dirt rose up to catch the papers like a net. He then proceeded to pick them all up, drawing away the idle dirt marks to make the paper perfectly spotless. The ground fell behind him.

"Here," He offered, and he handed her back the neatly stacked papers.

[Olivia Gallows]

To call Olivia unfamiliar with freaky powers on display was inaccurate. She had seen plenty before, even in the years prior to her enrollment here, and had grown to the point of not-caring even when the third-grader next door flew across her perfectly neighborhood if such an occurrence ever happened. So no, she was not put off by how this boy had decided to use his ever-useful powers to save her papers from being forever lost.

What she was uppity about was that he. Used. Dirt-superpower. To rescue. Her homework. And that was just a big no-no in her book. Olivia hated dirt and mud and all things associated with them, after all, and to think of staining something like clean white paper - her clean white papers - was both painful and irritating.

Call her OCD for cleanliness. Or just nitpicky all around. Whatever.

"Thanks," she said somewhat snappishly and yanked the papers back from the boy who had been so kind to catch it for her, quickly flipping through the pages to find any unclean spot and clean them herself.

They were spotless.

...Oh.

Olivia pushed the growing awkwardness and embarrassment at being so short with someone who had not, in fact, injured her precious work and looked up at the boy who had helped her. Or rather squint-frowned, but meh. Technicalities. "...Thanks," she said again after a few seconds, hugging the papers to her chest with a scowl. It took yet another three seconds for her to add, "I'm sorry. I was- not thinking. But- did you have to use magicdirt-"

She cut herself short and frowned again, thinking. What was it that she was supposed to say? Carrying conversations after misunderstandings was not something she was good at. Usually she would've walked away, but she was a whole fourteen years old now and that was just immature. And this boy was her senior by a few years.

That didn't mean she magically knew how to handle this kind of thing, though. Shifting on her legs with uncertainty, a degree of sulkiness and awkwardness, Olivia almost wished the boy would speak up to break the silence.

[Carter Chevalier]

"Hn." Carter let the sound drop when she snapped at him. He coolly allowed the papers to slip through his fingers and into her hands. He had a small smirk on her face when she almost frantically searched the papers. He almost expected her to do that. Awkwardness seemed to colour her features. Wow, she looked mad. Some kind of constant mad. He kept it in mind, planning to take it all in stride.

Carter listened when she faltered in her own sentence. The awkwardness started to build. He shrugged and grinned; "I don't normally frantically run to catch idle papers." Carter allowed his hands to slide into his pockets as he watched her. His attitude was clear, but ingrained into his system. The silence continued to be almost painful, so he extended a hand out to her. "My name is Carter. And you are?" He asked. And note, his hands were clean.