Given the hectic week, Parker was extremely relieved to not have work that weekend. A day or two to sleep in, catch up with assignments, and read his new book would be more than welcome. The prospect of rest made it all the more difficult to pay attention to class, however, as interesting as the subject was.

He stretched in his seat with a yawn and slowly packed up his things, his mind in the clouds. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made his way out with the few other stragglers and mentally made a list of all the things he still needed to finish for the day while he walked down the hall towards the dorms. He still needed to schedule his hours in the hospital wing, finish writing back to his old friends, and plan a time to meet with one of the professors.

With his attention caught up in his thoughts and mixed feelings, Parker almost didn't notice the notebook that fell out of some girl's unzipped bag a few paces ahead of him. Stopping abruptly to pick it up, he almost lost her in the crowd when he looked up and started after her.

He didn't know her name, so he couldn't just shout to get her attention. And anyways, the halls were too crowded and noisy for someone as typically soft-spoken as him to try to shout. She definitely wouldn't have been able to hear him. As they made it down to the lower levels though, the halls began to clear out. He hurriedly caught up with her and gently tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey - you, uhm, dropped this upstairs. You're bag came unzipped."

Being in crowded classrooms and hallways all day had left Parker feeling drained and on-edge. He normally wouldn't have been able to so easily follow after, approach, and talk to a stranger like this. But when he picked up the notebook, he felt like it was important enough to return to her right away. He knew he would've been really stressed to find out he lost one of his notebooks, and even more so if someone else had found it and not returned on the spot.

He felt himself flinch back slightly right as she jumped and spun around. He realized he probably should have announced himself first, as opposed to getting her attention by tapping on her shoulder - should've known better given how easily startled he could be at times.

Parker didn't really think about the fact that she didn't meet his eyes as he held out her notebook, he was more tuned into the way her eyes widened and how carefully she seemed to take it from him. He suddenly felt really embarrassed with himself, as if he'd done something terrible to invade her privacy. Swallowing hard, he shoved both hands into his pockets as he returned a nervous, crooked smile.

"Thank you, I don't know what I would have done if I lost it."

Her voice was barely above a whisper as she placed it back into her bag securely. "It's no problem, it always sucks to lose important things. I'm glad I didn't lose you in the crowds up there-" he said softly, taking one hand out of his pocket and pointing upwards. He'd not have been able to return it to her quickly otherwise.

"I'm Lilliana."

"Oh, I'm Parker," he responded, adjusting the strap of his bag to keep it from digging into his shoulder painfully. "I'm Really sorry for startling you by the way, I didn't mean to."

With her smile and repeated thanks, Parker felt a twinge of of relief that began to alleviate his previous embarrassment (though he was almost certain his face was still flushed). “Yeah, nice to meet you too,” he responded, fairly certain he’d seen her around in several of his classes.

He chucked slightly as she explained how she was easily startled. “Yeah, so am I. I’ll try to keep that in mind if I happen to find your notebook again,” he joked lightly.

"You're a Healer-in-training, right? I mean, I think I've seen you in class before. I'm... I'm also that... A Healer-in-training, I mean."

Parker’s face lit up at her question, trying not to let the awkwardness between them get too unbearable. Awkwardness was wont to happen when you stuck two shy introverts together. “Oh, yeah, I am! I thought I recognized you, to be completely honest. Any specific area of healing you’re interested in?”

Then, glancing around at the those walking around and past them, he continued, “Oh, wait, I’m not holding you up, am I? Maybe we should keep walking - don’t want to get in other people’s way… ”

Parker shifted his bag over to his other shoulder as he and Lily began walking with the flow of people that were also heading for downstairs. He glanced at some of those around them, his mind wandering a bit as Lily thought over her question for a few moments. Before academy, he didn't know many that wanted to be healers, but those he did and had asked the same question, almost all responded the same way. He certainly didn't blame them. After all, Hogwarts never really taught them that much about the specifics of jobs in healing- not like they did ministry jobs.

When she mentioned maybe wanting to work with babies, Parker scrunched his face into a displeased look. "I'm not much of a fan of babies, to be honest," he said with a half-shrug. Out of all things relating to healing, the last thing he ever wanted to do was work with children, especially babies. Just the idea of raising little people was stressful enough - there was so much that could go wrong - and being in charge of the health of a child was more pressure than he was willing to put himself under. "I, personally, really want to work as a quidditch field medic. Would be fun to get to travel around and watch all the best games, Merlin knows I'd never be able to otherwise with how expensive tickets are."

Parker smiled softly, in a way that seemed to say 'fair enough' and nodded as she went on explaining her amazement with babies. "I suppose that's why I don't much like being around kids, personally. Too much I could do wrong to mess them up. Too much pressure, I think," he tried to say as casually as he could muster. He was a strong believer in the fact that some people weren't meant to have or raise children (his parents fitting into that group), and since most of his friends growing up loved children, he never really had a chance to talk about this kind of thing with someone before.

"To be honest, I've never been to one myself. Only ever Hogwart's games and reading about the national or international teams in the paper." The two healers-to-be began making their ways down the stairs toward the first floor, Parker gently sliding his hand down the guard rail as they went. "The crowds... and price... make it, well, kinda impossible," he admitted carefully.

"Do you have a favourite team?"

He hmm'd to himself in a moment of thought before continuing on with a light shrug, "Well, it's kinda hard to say. Maybe the Ballycastle Bats, but mostly because they're kinda near my hometown."