Who: Ava Slytherin and Oliver Wood What: Research in the sunlight Where: Off in a grassy area somewhere. When: The middle of the day.
It had been hours since the Research team had held it's daily meeting, compare their finding and set about their new tasks. It had been a week now, and Ava still wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the others she was dealing with. Typically, Ava liked sticking out from the others, and sometimes that was why she acted the way she did. Her group was different though, mostly men from the future and while she didn't fear them or anything (as a Slytherin should never fear a man) she didn't know how to act around them. And being the youngest made Ava feel like there there was something she had to prove to them.
Typically, despite that, she often worked along side them in the library. It made sense for their group to operate there, as the old building had survived through the damage to the town, and held all the resources they could need. Still, Ava quickly grew restless, sitting in the building day after day, and while her group had been more than polite enough to her, she felt the need to break away from them for at least a little while. Plus, it was a beautiful day outside.
With her hands stacked full with old books, Ava went in search of a place to relax in the sunlight, finding a tiny grassy area to the north of the town. She tucked her legs under her and relaxed, enjoying the warmth of the sun, but also focused on the tasked she'd been assigned. She used a dictaquill to jot notes down as she read, only stopping when the shadow of another person obstructed her reading. She looked up, a vaguely annoyed look on her face.