Looking back at the bottle, Sky raised her eyebrows. “Obviously not.” Settling down near him, she rested her head on her knees and steadily gazed out onto the lake. “Care to share?”
He raised an eyebrow “Where to start?” He looked at the girl “I’m Jackson and my parents want to try and get me to marry some girl that I’ve never even met before. They want me to be someone I’m not and this is the last straw”
“Well that was bigger than I thought it would be,” remarked the blonde. “Since we’re sharing, I’m Sky. But back onto the point: Does the girl not go to Hogwarts? And who are your parents, to do this, anyways?”
He sighed “Well it’s nice to meet you Sky. No she goes to Beauxbatons, apprently they’re my parents and we have to keep our family line ‘pure’.” Jackson laughed sourly “It’s all a big joke. Just because they had an arranged marriage…” He took another sip of the bottle.
Sky looked out onto the lake, pondering the boy’s dilemma. “You could always just separate from them, right?” she asked. “That’s what I did with my mom, anyways.” she shrugged.