First Impressions (Owen / Jennifer)

When the news of the Concordia Festival was first released, Owen was skeptical about the whole thing. He didn't know what to expect from it but found himself more than interested as he learned more about the month-long festival. He understood the reason for it as a way to bridge the gap between the magical and Muggle worlds once more since they had been torn apart over the last few years.
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On one of his days off, Owen decided to head up to Hogsmeade to check out the street carnival they were setting up there. He didn’t get up to Scotland all that much these days, and he missed his school days when he could wander the cobblestone streets with his friends and had little to care about besides which girl he would flirt with that evening. Those were the days.
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He was making his way down the street, passing the Muddy Cup, when he saw a woman stumble down the stairs. He paused for a moment as she tried to walk, but seemed to be in a lot of pain. As much as he wanted to ignore it and carry on his way, the healer in him wouldn’t let him. He didn't say anything at first, just made his way towards her to see if she needed help.
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Just as he was close enough to speak, he saw her pitch forward, and that was when he knew he needed to act. He sprinted ahead, putting his arms out, and catching her before she could hit the ground. His arms caught her around the middle, and he pulled her flush against him to keep her balance. After he knew he had her, he loosened his grip but didn't let go entirely, before speaking to her.
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"Are you all right? You look like you need some help," he said softly, not wanting to draw too much attention to them.

JENNIFER KINCAID - summer 2040 - concordia festival street carnival hogsmeade - wearing - ♥

Owen wasn't sure what to expect when he asked the woman if she needed help. Some would have yelled at him for getting involved when it was none of his business. He also knew some who would fawn all over him and act as if he had just saved their entire world. He didn't expect either extreme response, but he didn't know which side of the spectrum he'd get either.

She tried to move away from him, but her hurt ankle had other ideas. She gripped him again, steadying herself on him before realizing she wasn't getting anywhere on her own. She asked him to help her to the bench nearby, and he nodded as he did so. "You're most welcome," he told her when she thanked him again.

Her next words caused him to arch an eyebrow at her and then shake his head. "I don't mind at all, actually," he told her with a wave of his hand. "In fact, I'll take a look at it, if you'll let me. I am a healer," he told her as if to justify why he wanted to look at her ankle. It was certainly not for an unsavory reason, and he wanted to ease her concern that it might be.

JENNIFER KINCAID - summer 2040 - concordia festival street carnival hogsmeade - wearing - sorry for the wait, bb ♥

Her surprise that he was a healer was not lost on him but he opted not to make a mention of it. He figured she was already embarrassed that he had witnessed her falling and hurting himself, so commenting on her luck of him being a healer was unnecessary. She thanked him, albeit skeptically, but then asked for his name without specifically asking him what his name was.

He smiled up at her as he knelt down in front of her to look at her foot. "In a professional capacity, you can call me Healer Larson, but since I'm not on the clock, you can just call me Owen, Miss…" he told her, trailing off as he fished for her name as well. He had been chatting with this beauty for a few minutes now and didn’t know her name, which was unacceptable to him.

Owen offered the beautiful woman in front of him a warm smile when she introduced herself. He wished his professors looked like her when he had been a student. But, he knew he shouldn’t tell her that. It might make her uncomfortable and he didn't care to have her be uncomfortable around him. He quite liked her company thus far.

She then asked if she would live, gesturing to her swelling ankle. She then went as far as to say that his diagnosis of her injury would likely make some of her students happy. He laughed shortly and then shook his head. "I'm sure that wouldn’t be the case. Your students are lucky to have you for a professor," he told her, even though he had no idea what she taught.

"Did you need help getting back to the castle?" he asked her.

When he asked if she needed help getting back to the castle, he wasn't entirely sure she would take his question as an offer. He'd happily help her back to the castle if necessary, or at least as far as he would be allowed to go. He doubted he would be allowed to take her all the way, but any distance of the way would be helpful.

She answered his question, though she seemed to be speaking more to her injured foot than to him, and said she'd be able to manage as long as she had some sort of crutch to aid her. He could easily make one for her, but that would have defeated the purpose of his offer. He stood to his full height and then extended his hand out to her. "Then I'll be your crutch," he told her.