Originally Posted by meganelizabeth

Christopher shrugged."Don't worry about it. I could really use a laugh too." His third year hadn't exactly been going smoothly, and he was sure he would've loves an opportunity to laugh too. Too many students seemed down in the dumps these days. It was like a contagious disease of sadness. He found it rather peculiar too that she thought he looked familiar. He was sure it was not a coincidence. Putting a finger to his chin, Christopher studied the girl, analyzing every inch of her face, trying to remember where he'd seen her; it was killing him. He hoped he didn't seem creepy, but he really had to know. Then suddenly, it hit him again, the idea/epiphany thing, that is. Now grinning, he nodded and shook his finger a little in the air. "I have met you before! You were that sad girl in the Courtyard!" But as small of an answer it was, it was all he had. He couldn't remember why she was sad or what her name was, but he had briefly talked to her, which made him feel a little better if anything.

The older boy smiled, nodding in agreement. "I'm afraid you're right about that."

"Nessie! That sounds familiar to me, it really rings a bell!" He laughed a little, glad he had solved this tiny little puzzle, despite the oddity if the situation. "I'm Christopher, Christopher James." He held out a hand to shake. "Oh!" He said rather loudly, causing him to blush a little. "Erm, sorry about that, I just remembered I meant to say something. This is Chunk. He's my cat. Well, my sister's cat anyway. I don't have one of my own." He nodded down at a large mound of squishy, orange fur napping at his feet.