She really was excited. More than. When Nigel had offered to teach her to shoot, at first she wasn’t even sure if he’d actually been talking to her. She’d been curled up on Nat’s bed, trying to nap. Or rather sleep off a particular feeling that was doing it’s utmost to confuse her, and Scarlett always knew that the best way to smother down anything she didn’t want to deal with was with a long nap and usually food. Her weapon on choice was usually the first, mostly because gorging herself had the other side effect of making her ill if she did that too terribly often. And the best foods for pushing down feelings were the sickeningly sweet kinds or the crispy delicious fried kind; neither of them were particularly good for you as a general rule. So her eyes had been half closed and her arms over her head as she tried her best not to think and instead force her fool brain into slumber. But his invitation had sounded so off hand that Scarlett hadn’t answered. He could have been talking to anyone, but no, he said her name and she’d made a move to sit up to actually listen to his offer. The smile must have split her face, she agreed as quickly as possible just in case Nigel decided to renege his offer as offhandedly as it had been given to her.

But he hadn’t, and so she was on her way out to where the meeting spot was. She liked the weather out today, and was clearly dressed to enjoy it, with the trousers she wore skimming the tops of her worn and ragged trainers, the shirt was a boys undershirt and clearly a few sizes too big, which meant it wasn’t Nigel’s, she’d taken a gathering of fabric and tied it into a knot around her hip on the side. The clothing hanging off her was just punctuated by the swinging ponytail that seemed to leap just as enthusiastically as its owner’s feet. The only thing she had been instructed to bring was her gauntlets, which she hadn’t yet tried on. Though the rumor was that they’d been given to her by the absent Nathaniel Warwick himself.

She came to a stop when she reached Nigel, who looked to be ready with a quiver across his back and a bow in his hands. Will glanced down at the other kit that he provided, and tried her best not to beam. Her eyes and hands were almost hungry to pick up the set and try them out; it was plain on her face. But like always she didn’t reach for it, she wasn’t that type. Accepting things, even loaned thing (Most loaned things) was always a bit of an argument with herself. But this was a bit of a dream of hers, playing Robin Hood. She was Will Scarlett after all, nicknamed by the now sixth year boys.

“Did you bring your gauntlets? You should put those on. It’s for your own protection.”

“Yes, I brought them.” She showed them to Nigel, before she gingerly turned them about so that the shiny thread that spelled out her name was facing her. They were very nice and Scarlett ran her fingers over the name, tracing the writing. She’d been given all sorts of things for her birthday, candies and a football, a sweet and expensive charm bracelet and her gauntlets. But she’d never confess that her dark haired friend teaching her to shoot was probably her favorite.

“Is Nat not with you? I invited him, but I don’t know if he’ll show… He might be hunting Caitlin, now that she’s ‘available’ again.”

She didn’t bother to hide the face that calling up Caitlin’s name brought. It looked a bit seasick and annoyed all at once. And it seemed that Nigel and she had the same opinion of their friend’s borderline obsession with her. Her brown eyes rolled out her opinion even before her mouth voiced it.

“She’s the brain worm queen, and she’s infested Nat. Pathetic boy that he is.”

Once Nigel turned away and explained how things were going to work, Scarlett slipped those buttery leather things over her arms, slipping her fingers into the holds; she squeezed one fist and then the other once she was done. Admiring them on her arms, like some girls would a pretty dress or a particularly lovely pair of shoes. She was glad that her friend missed her small smile that she got when she put them on. But then her attention was back on Nigel and his yelling at a girl that looked to have something on her back. And it wasn’t until he told her to stop, and also said her name that Will realized there were a gathering of children just off to the side. Her brown eyes scanned the make shift shooting range as she lifted her own quiver and bow, and they widened when he told her to watch.

“Wait!” She held out her hands for a second, shuffling the things in her hands noisily.

"Do you know what you are doing?” Her voice hitched into a higher pitch at the end of her question.

“You can’t shoot at...at kids! And I think, Merlin, Nigel I think that one might be a relative of my fathers.” She couldn’t be positive after all, it wasn’t like her father had introduced them around, and she couldn’t exactly go up to the Hufflepuff and ask if she was a pureblood, if she had a cousin or maybe an uncle who liked to cheat on his wife.

“Are you really going to shoot them?” She asked another question, reaching out to touch the end of the colored pellet on the end of Nigel’s arrow shaft.