<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Athena/Kiran - Arrival day</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://imageshack.us/a/img96/3453/henrycavillupstreetmaga.jpg)<br/><strong>&gt;«¤~ Kiran Reed ~¤»&lt;</strong><br/>Ø Athena<br/>Ø Castle Grounds, just outside the Dorms<br/></div><br/>Kiran shrugged his shoulders lightly. <strong>"Yeah, well, it wouldn't be the first time the wizarding world makes itself guilty of faulty logic,"</strong> he responded. <strong>"Like Hogwarts and Brittain are the only ones with some skeletons in the closet. From what I hear Durmstrang still teaches Dark Arts <del>  </del> to some degree."</strong><br/><br/>His parents both were Half-Bloods raised in Muggle London, for the most part. They had often ranted during breakfast or dinner about the ways the wizarding world was still very backwards, as if it were decades behind on the non-magical world's social standards and way of thinking. Kiran couldn't say he disagreed with them, though he did think they were painting it a bit blacker than it actually was.<br/><br/><strong>"To be honest, I think the only ones at Hogwarts feeling the pressure of the world's eyes on them would be people like the Weasleys and the Potters. You know, people who's parents are famous and all for for what happened twenty-eight years ago,"</strong> he added. <strong>"Or infamous, if you're like a Malfoy or whatever."</strong><br/></div></div><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://imageshack.us/a/img96/3453/henrycavillupstreetmaga.jpg)<br/><strong>&gt;«¤~ Kiran Reed ~¤»&lt;</strong><br/>Ø Rose Weasley<br/>Ø Castle Grounds, Forest<br/></div><br/>There was a sudden tap on his shoulder. While surprised, Kiran did not jump or halt. Instead he turned his head while maintaining his steady jogging pace, the path ahead fairly clear of trees. Coming up beside him was a pretty redhead he recognized as Rose Weasley. He tugged one plug from his ear and pushed it behind the collar of his shirt so that it didn't dangle around while they ran. Now only one ear was flooded with loud rock music, the other free to hear the young woman's words.<br/><br/><strong>"A partner you say?"</strong>he responded with a cheerful smile.<strong>"Sure. I wouldn't mind the company, mademoiselle Weasley. Especially if it's as lovely as yourself."</strong>He chuckled softly while exhaling.<strong>"To be honest, it's refreshing to see someone else stretching their legs this early."</strong><br/><br/>While not tired yet, his body was already working at full speed. His back was covered in sweet, soaking his shirt with its moisture and scent. It felt good, especially with the cool morning air that came towards him as he ran. Honestly, he couldn't fathom why so few others were out and about like them. It was both healthy<em>and</em>enjoyable. What was not to like?