[prp]For the love of books (Faye/Oscar DRB/Shea)

[Sheacka]

Oscar rolled out of the Great Hall. He was mulling over which would be quiter going outside or to the library. He had just gotten a new adventer book and box of chocolets from home. Lusy had even sent a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flaver Beans. He couldn't figure if she sent them as a joke or didn't know he didn't like them. He pawned them off to some poor sap who said they like them. Well pawn wouldn't be the right word as he just gave them away to who ever aske for them first, since his bad flaver sequince he could never eat them again.

He desided to go outside, as he didn't think the librarian would take to kindly of him eating his sweets in the library. He looked around it was a nice day to be outside he almost thought about getting his basketball, but he had a new charcter to become and a new adventer to go on. He looked at the grass then at his legs, this was one of those moments where he wished he could walk as the grass seemed soft, but his chair was probably better seat wise anyway.

He Shook his head out of it and poped a wheelly, looking around the grounds some more to find a good spot to read.  

[Delicate Rose Bud]

Sheacka

tag~

Faye had just finished her assignment for the day. She let the list of spells dry on the curling ebony parchment paper before rolling it back up and thin it with a thick green ribbon. It had taken her no time at all, due to the fact that her mind processed Charms a lot faster than any other class she attended. She corked her ink bottle, wiped the nib of her quill with a handkerchief, and packed away her supplies. That day at breakfast, a snow white owl left her a package next to her pumpkin juice. She didn't have time to get to it before, having assignments to complete. But now that she was finished, she plucked the white parcel from the desk next to her bed and left the girls dormitory.

As she climbed up the dank steps from the dungeon, Faye happily realized that today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining through the little green shoots of grass that border the lake, the rippling blue water shimmering with secrets untold, with quaint little benches scattered here and there where the lighting was best. She immediately decided to open her package outside, surrounded by nature. Little cream ballet flats glided down the pavement before it vanished, leaving flat stones of various sizes to hop to and from to avoid getting soaked from the dew that still clung to the blades of grass. As gracefully as can be, Faye made her way past some empty benches, choosing one close to a tree for some shade. She perched on the ancient stone delicately, the white rectangle she received at breakfast sitting on her lap. She took a second to fully take in the scenery around her before working the knots away from the ribbon with long elegant fingers.

Faye slowly unwrapped the edges, keeping the milky paper in one piece. Pulling the edge that covered the object revealed that it was a stunning hardcover book with gold patterns curling elegantly over the front cover. Faye brushed her white-blonde hair over her shoulder and opened the front cover. A tiny notecard fell out from between two thin pages, which she took between her fingers. It read,
"My Darling Faye, I came across this book in a little old book shop in France. The little gem was signed by its author way back when. I know how much you enjoy these kind of books. I hope your studies are doing well, Love and Hugs, Father."

The second she had finished the note, it started to fold itself until it was a tiny origami crane, which fluttered off in the direction of the nearest bench. Faye paid it no mind, for she had dived into her book. The edges of the pages were embossed gold, and the cover and ancient black leather of some sort that felt incredibly velvety to the touch. She gently opened the book to its last page, and sure enough, it was signed by the witch who had wrote it. Faye thumbed through the chapters quickly, deciding to start from the introduction. She traced her pointer finger over the chapter title and the large embossed letter of the first word, wondering which land this book would take her to.

Meanwhile, the little origami crane fluttered to another first-year's reading spot, landing softly on the book he was holding. It made a soft crinkling noise as its little wings fluttered lazily, perching right on the edge of a new paragraph. Faye had just finished a chapter, and was looking for the notecard to use as a bookmark. After looking through the paper and coming up empty, Faye had noticed another student on the bench next to hers. She decided to ask him if it had blown over while she had her nose in her book. She held her pointer finger in the book to keep her place, stood, and leaped from stone to stone, gracefully landing in his line of vision. She tossed her hair behind her, fixed her bangs for a second, then met his eyes.

He seemed friendly, his big brown eyes glued to the pages of his own book. The more she studied it, the more it looked familiar. Yes, she had this book in her collection back down in her bookshelf in the dormitory. Just finished the series before coming to Hogwarts. She brought them with her because they still smelled of home, the pages filled with the smells of the little neighborhood she lived in with its little bakeries scattered around. She smiled gently, her silver eyes glittering with memories. Her head was so occupied with these thoughts that she had yet to realize that he was in a chair. Coming back to the present, Faye remembered why she had left her bench. "Escuse moi, moisseur, 'ave you zeen a white cahrd, by any shance? It vas my bookmark." Faye purred, blinking questioningly at the boy. She could tell from the blue and bronze crest on his shirt that he was a Ravenclaw.  

[Sheacka]

Oscar was quite enjoying the story when out of no where an origami crane landed on his book. He looked up for a moment and looked around, but when no one showed up he slipped two fingers around it and went back to reading.

When the girl jumped from out of no where he didn't seem to notice till she spoke making him look up once again. "White card? No... the only thing that fluttered over here, was this," he said still holding the paper crane's wing gently between the same two fingers. "I believe the Chinese think it's good luck, and you get a wish if you make 1000 in your lifetime. If I'm not mistaken that is.

"To be honest I was going to send it home to my little sister Lucy, if no one calmed it before I was done." He placed the book open part down on his lap and pushed slowly alternating sides with one hand, he wasn't as use to pushing his chair one handed but he knew the set up well enough by now that he manged well enough.

She was tall, then again most everyone looked tall as he was always in a sitting position. Had long blond flowing hair and her eyes where sort of a stealish-blue-green he couldn't really tell. To put it simply she was beautiful. She was graceful and poised and where did all these thoughts come from? It was always better to know the person before thinking he or she was beautiful.... even though she was.

He held it out to her "Think it's your card?" he asked, not wanting to unfold it himself.  

[Delicate Rose Bud]

Faye nodded at the piece of information that he had given to her, politely keeping eye contact as he spoke. Her silver eyes dove deep into his wide, brown ones, immersing herself in the sound of the stranger's voice. British accents always added an air of elegance to any conversation. Her attention drifted to the white folded crane and a smile spread over her lips. "Yez, I do believe zat iz mine." she lilted, knowing without even having to touch it. She cupped her wan hands and scooped the enchanted note up gently, her silver gaze resting on it as she unfolded it, taking her time. Mon papa et I took en origami clazz on buisnezz in Japan togeazer earlier zis year. 'e knew a zpell to make ze paper, em, 'come to life', az yew say."

Faye looked up from the unfolded note to realize that the boy was in a wheelchair. She had just thought that he was sitting on the bench, which is what it looked like from the angle at which she was sitting. But when he moved to face her, she felt a bit stupid at not realizing earlier. Feeling bad and a bit awkward, she moved to sit next to him on the carved stone arm of the bench. "I can make yew one vor your zistair, zay are quite easy to make once yew know how." she purred, cleanly removing a sizable square from the wrapping her dad had encased her book in. She folded the square neatly until she ended up with a little crane about the size of her pointer finger.

"Voila~" Faye placed it on the edge of her knee, pulling out her wand. " 'e even levt ze charm on ze note~" she added, before articulating the spell, sending the little crane fluttering around the bench. She placed her hands in her lap and watched the enchanted parchment for a moment. "I guezz I 'ave a long vay to go bevore i get to one thouzand." she joked, facing him again.

Her eyes fell on his book again and she remembered what she had been thinking of earlier when she first saw him. "I couldn't 'elp but notize ze book vou are reading. It ez one uv my favorites~ Vat do yew think uv it so - var?" she asked, moving her eyes from the cover of the book back to his face.  

[Sheacka]

Oscar nodded "Always a good thing to to learn something new." he said with a smile. "And who better to learn paper folding from, then from the cuntry that started it themselves" he said with a smile he then relised he sid the wrong cuntery. "Oh I ment Japanese not Chinese, heh, Even Ravenclaw make mistakes."

When she made him a new one for his sister he was amazed at how fast and small she had made it. "I thought the crane was one of the harder ones, you did it quite quickly, and with such a small bit of paper. I think you could easly hit 1000 cranes. And thank you I think Lucy will enjoy it."
Oscar looked down at the book on his lap then back up at her "Oh I just got it this morning with the mail. So far I am finding the jur....story quite amazing." he said.
He then held out his hand to her, "I'm Oscar Masterman, it's a pleser to meet you." he said introdicing himself formaly.  

[Delicate Rose Bud]

Faye flicked her wand once more before returning it back into her robe, making the crane land and softly flap its wings on the tip of one of the armrests of Oscar's chair before becoming inanimate again. She nodded and smiled, giggling when he admitted that he had made a mistake. "Everyone makes miztakes." she assured, running her index finger over the spine of her book.

Faye blushed a pale pink, catching the awed look on his face. A deeper pink stained her wan cheeks when he mentioned that he believed she could make a thousand cranes. "Merci." she voiced lightly, her french accent coiling around the word, curling around the 'r' sound.

The Slytherin ran her eyes over the familiar cover of his book, catching his stutter. She wondered what made him change his word half-way through his sentence. It didn't seem like a common thing one would do speaking their native tongue. She quickly went over in her mind the possible words that he could have said that would describe his book. Faye had a deep passion for reading, as well, and decided to make him feel less awkward about speaking his mind about the books he reads.

"Zhe author iz quite givted in pulling you into ze book. I velt zat i vas beside ze main charactair throughout ze series; learning vith 'im, traveling vith 'im, experiencing his...journey...vith 'im." Faye finished, moving her eyes from the cover to his. Her silver eyes gleamed knowingly, reassuring him that she knew how he felt about the book, even though he had barely started it, judging by how close his bookmark was from the front cover.

Faye smiled daintily, running his name through her head. She didn't picture him as an Oscar, but more of a Timothy. Still, Oscar suited him. She delicately took his outstretched hand and shook it softly. "Enchanté, Ozcar." she lilted politely. "My name iz Faye Debroux. Il est rafraîchissant d'être en votre présence." she proffered, meaning the words more seriously than they sounded.

Faye hoped that Oscar would defy the general populous of boys that she encountered, which were reduced to drooling, incompetent fools after a look or a word. She found, with what little time she had already spent with him, that she enjoyed his company more than most. He was intelligent, she knew from his information about the cranes, caring, due to him thinking about his sister, humble, because he admitted that he made a mistake, and mature, for keeping up an intellectual conversation longer than a run-of-the-mill first-year would.

"Vere are you vhrom, Ozkar?" she asked after a moment's reflection.  

[Sheacka]

Oscar nodded "Yes that's true, even us "brainy" Ravenclaws." he said because that was what the house prized, but he meant it more as a joke then anything else but he wasn't the best when it came to jokes. Or at least that was what his team mates and sister always said.

She was vary pretty and her blushing made her even more so. Not to mention the French accent. Some how that hit a bell in the back of his head but he couldn't quite figure it out. Well not at this particular moment.

He looked down at the book blinking back to reality, "Wha... Oh right, Journey... I take every story tipicly the adventurer ones as a journey, but some people think I'm a little crazy when I admit that... so I said story." It was now his turn to blush but because of embarrassment, not to mention the fact that he had lost himself for a moment. Not that he was drooling but he might have been staring.

Her name also had a French air about it he smiled a little when she asked him where he was from. "I live in a muggle community just outside London. My Mum and Dad figured it be easier for me since there are others in chairs like mine.... Okay not like this one, but like the other two at home." he then shook his head realizing that had to be the dumbest comment he had made yet but he couldn't take it back now. "I'm even on... or rather was on a basketball team. They didn't take to well my going to a boarding school." he said.  

[Delicate Rose Bud]

Sheaka

Faye nodded and smiled, leaning her elbow on her knee, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Oscar had a nice voice, and she decided that she could listen to him talk all day if he let her. He was charming, fumbling for his words to describe the experience that books give him making her giggle amusedly.

"Iv people think you're crazy vor getting lozt in a good book, then they don't know the magic of a good author. Ze poor souls." Ginger shook her head slightly, again reassuring him that he shouldn't be embarrassed. The blush that arose on his cheeks made her smile widen, light dimples appearing in her cheeks. Catching him staring at her, she repositioned herself on the arm of the sone bench, readying herself for his explanation. She smiled sweetly, his fumbling words a delight to her ears.

Faye had never been to a muggle community, finding the idea fascinating. "I lived in London vor a bit, it vas quite beautiful." She added, her face growing a bit more solemn when he mentioned his chair. She saw it as an unfortunate hinderance, preventing him from doing many wonderful things. But Oscar seemed to embrace it, and even partook in chair-specified sports, another thing that fascinated her. She smiled brightly, placing her hand over his. "That zounds lovely, Ozcar. I've nevair been any good at sports. I can't aim vor the life ov me." She confessed, running her fingers from her other hand through her hair sheepishly.

"Maybe sometime vou could show me 'ow to, how you say, 'shoot some hoops'?" Faye smiled lightly, her silver eyes shining. She figured if he said yes, she could spend some more time with him and get to know him better. She enjoyed being in his presence, with his interesting muggle stories and satisfying intelligence.
 

[Sheacka]

Oscar nodded with a smile, "Yeah I guess your right, still hard to explain to people when they haven't read it though." he agreed as he rubbed his nose a little.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "You have no aim? I wouldn't know about that. But I could always give you a few pointers. Though it'll be a little different since you can use your whole body to get a basket. Also your angle will be higher" he said before tilting back onto only his big wheels thinking. "And I did bring my ball so I could keep myself in practice. Do you want to try now or set a day aside for it later?" he asked putting the weight of the chair back onto all four wheels, basicly saying he could go get it. "I know the Quaffle in Quiddtch isn't enchanted, with the exception of the slow desecration spell, for when a player drops it. But I don't really know how well a Quaffle bounces..." he said some what making a joke at Quiddtch but not trying to be mean about it. "Not to mention Quiddtich "hoops" are way to high up."


He looked at her wondering why he was attracted to someone he hardly knew.  

[Delicate Rose Bud]

Sheaka

Faye smiled brightly when he offered to give her some pointers. She was completely new to the whole sports thing, having only really immersed herself in dance. And muggle sports were even more fascinating than the wizarding kind she had grown up hearing about.

She tried in vain to keep up with all of the technical stuff he ran over, her mind attempting to connect his descriptions with dance terms and movement. It was a big mistake, as awkward mental images surfaced of her in her leotard and tutu, her posture curving and tossing the basket ball she had only seen in textbooks into a hoop that was smaller than a Quidditch goal. She imagined it would be quite a feat to make the ball into such a small basket. And once it was in the basket, how would they get the ball down without magic? Ladders, maybe?

The idea was so ridiculously outrageous that she giggled, holding out a hand in mock surrender. "Maybe it vould be easier to show me. I 'ave no idea what any ov sat means." She placed her other hand lightly on her stomach, trying to ease the ache that was spreading across it from laughing. "I sink it would be best to try it another day. I have classes in a bit." Faye slowly gathered up her book and the packaging that she had received it in. She was reluctant to leave, but would really suffer if she missed this potions class. They were making a sleeping potion that would be a big portion of their grade, and she had been studying extra hard for it.

"Until then, Oscar?"
 

[Sheacka]

Oscar blushed a little, "Of of corse," he said wondering if his sports talk made her want to leave, and she was using class as an excuse to do so. Though on the other hand he had spent time reading then talking with her. "A Saterday or Sunday, let me know, and I'll bring my ball down with me." he said.

Though when she had brought it up, it reminded him that he too had a class to go to. Still he wanted to be with her more though. However there where classes where the houses intersected and went together, so he knew he'd see her again.

Still he did want to spend more time with her. But he didn't want to admit that he didn't want her to leave eather, because it felt like a foolish notion, esepily when he didn't know why or her all that much. He figured the best thing to say was, "Thank you again for the cane," with a smile.