Hugo heard someone make their way into the court yard. He cocked an eyebrow and watched him walk on by, lost in his own thoughts. He had seen the guy before if his head didn’t hurt so much then he would probably remember his name. Right now Hugo was at a loss.

The other sat and said a spell. His wand sprang to life with a branch and flowers. The red head sighed and pushed himself up so his weight was supported on his hands. He wanted to point out hos to make the spell really impress. The guy…Le something maybe, didn’t seem in a mood to be told by a know it all son of Herminie to telling him how to do things. The one thing his mother always said when casting any sort of spell was to say the word with confidence and the wand will know what you want. And that was ….he was a complete ass for not remembering his name right now…the guy’s problem. Simple confidence.

Another sigh and Hugo pushed himself up. His knee protested the movement. He winced, sucking in air between his teeth. Hugo limped over and sat next to the other Gryffindor, pushing his robes over to the side away from the mess that was his legs. He was careful to tug his pant leg above the scab that was just torn back open.

“Hey,” He said simply with a kind smile. “What’s up? That frown doesn’t suit you,” He knew that this guy was friends with his cousin. Obviously he was in the same house. He hoped that it wasn’t completely out of the blue that Hugo was talking to him. Now if only his hug over brain would scramble fast enough and come up with a name.

Hugo’s mouth turned down into a frown. He felt bad the apparently the other guy was having a ruff time. Suddenly a hangover and torn up knee didn’t seem as bad. “Ah…sorry,” He spoke glancing down at the flowers that were tossed aside. Hugo guessed it would just add insult to injury to admit that h couldn’t grasp at the other boy’s name so he kept that much to himself.

“If you wanna talk about it. I’ll listen?” He offered. That was one thing he was good at, listening. There was a good chance that Hugo would be seeing the guy around a lot too, Lily’s friends were slowly becoming his. He knew his cousin kept company that he got along with so he wasn’t worried that this fellow Gryffindor was someone he would get on fine with.

L-whatever asked him about the little ginger girl. Hugo thought for a little. “Uh I had charms with her but other than that no not really,” He shrugged looking sympathetic. “I could help you look for her, if you don’t mind being slowed down a bit.” Hugo let off a short laugh, trying to make light of at least one of their situations. It was probably better he get his mind off of the things swirling about in his head anyway and helping someone out seemed like a good way to do it.

Talking with his school mate was at least helping distract from the still looming hang over. He had to try and remember to whip up a potion or something for it when he got the chance. For now he would try to be there for the other. And maybe if they found Lily he could find out his name and skip over the embarrassment of having to admit to his forgetfulness.

“Oh.” That was all that he said. Yeah failing would be a bummer. “But that means you will be the same year as Lily and I, so at least you will still have friends around?” Hugo was grasping at a silvering lignin for the older guy. It might have been a stretch to call him a friend right now. There was no doubt that one day at least there would be somewhat of a friendship…right?

Hugo didn’t like seeing people struggling and upset. He often tried to help other’s out, sometimes it didn’t work. More often it did. Right now he wasn’t sure what to say to make failing sounds positive. The subject was changed thought to the mess that was his legs. Hugo blinked, a little slow to register the the question, thanks to that pesky hang over simply wreaking havoc with his head today. “Oh ah I sorta took a nasty fall last night.” Hugo laughed a bit and scratched the back of his head.

At the time he didn’t feel it. The fall itself was a blur like most of the night. Sure activities that took place after the initial face plant into the ground didn’t help the cuts and scrapes and bruises any either. There was no thought of the infirmary. He didn’t think it was bad enough, sure it hurt but he could walk. The limping was more for the sake pf not ripping open the scabs that were trying so desperately to close the more nasty cuts.

Hugo took the other’s hand and pulled himself up. “No, I’m sure I’ll be fine, just a little slow is all. It’s not as bad as it looks I promise.” Hugo smiled up at the brunette. His wounds were just inconvenient. “I can deal with it later.” Hugo’s problems were not the one at hand.