✑ AUGUST TANZIL MEYLIANLI third year || Slytherin || muggleborn Daily Dragon writer || Language club || Quidditch Announcer _______________
August was doing his usual weekend thing of homework, studying and writing, accompanied by his usual tornado and his now-usual escort. Rhea seemed a very dedicated student, and Sona had remarked that she would diligently continue her dance practicing. Discipline--he could respect that. She was also usually full of cheer and energy, which made him feel very old indeed. It couldn’t be helped. Orion Lane had specifically requested he watch over her at school--which made sense given Jonah Lane’s….distractedness? Irresponsibility? He was surprised Rhea continued to accept his study session invites--even Lizzie usually had some creative excuse now-- but if she continued to accept, he would continue to invite.
Rhea stepped away to find a book, he nodded, and then Lizzie spoke up.
”She’s not my girlfriend. That’s a false rumor, probably started by whatever kyabla accused me of kicking Prefect Travers last year,” he replied, rereading his responses for History to see if he could be more concise anywhere…in any case, he’d ended up famously good friends with Prefect Travers because of the slanderous rumors, so if these rumors helped him watch over his charge, then he was willing to be patient with them.
”This?” August looked up, but Lizzie was just nibbling on the end of her eraser. It took him a moment and a look to realize what she meant. ”Usually just homework and studying, yeah. She has probably a better grasp of diet and exercise than I do so there's not much I need to do there.”
He’d just have to hope that Professor Powell would accept his answers a little long and interpret them as an interested student. Setting that assignment and textbook aside revealed a book simply titled Lumos. Underneath it were a few other books with titles such as Theory of Light Spells and Spell Theory.
August paused, tapping the book a little. He was convinced knowing theory--even if just at a surface level--couldn’t hurt. It had worked to entertain his younger cousin? But why didn’t it help Rhea’s spellcasting? ”Say Lizzie, how do you explain Lumos to someone? Rhea’s been awfully fixated on mastering it. I got her a few books, but they don’t seem to be helping.”
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settingStudy Area, late Fall 2045 || with Lizzie, and formerly Rhea expression comfortable || wearing shirt, sweater, jeans+glasses || status Some of these texts are pretty bad to be fair. Professor Cohen does a better job in class. _______________ //OOC: kyabla is idiot.
All I know Times is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings, Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away. ➼ "In the End" by Linkin Park, cover by Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles.
Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 10:53 am
♢ Elizabeth Kaye Spektor ♢ + ♡ Rhea Allison Lane ♡
Pureblood | Third Year Gryffindor | Thirteen Years Old Halfblood | First Year Slytherin | Eleven Years Old
It took tremendous effort on Lizzie’s part not to snicker at August’s reaction to her little ‘girlfriend’ comment; not because she was the person that started any particular rumor about the two Slytherins, but because she was definitely the kyabla—whatever the hell that was—that started the latter. Lucky for her Aldrick and Rod hadn’t told August the truth yet. She fully intended to fess up at some point, but by now she figured, why not just wait ‘til graduation?
“Yeah? Then maybe we should enlist her help as a counselor for Camp Spektor.” She replied dryly. Or was it Camp Lizzie? She couldn’t remember anymore. In any case, Lizzie was glad to hear the baby snake was well versed in such things. August was doing much better with the stairs by now, but it had still been a fun idea at the time. Much better than joining a gym, like his mother had wanted, at least.
It was when August had brought up Lumos that she’d perked up, her expression one of surprise and, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re sayin’ the lass can’t do a simple lumos?” She lifted a finger to point at the texts of spell and light theory, clearly unimpressed. “Tell me you haven’t been assigning the kid extra ‘light reading’, I’d be surprised if those didn’t put even you to sleep. No wonder she looks so burnt out.” Elizabeth sighed. The spells were first year level—if the lass was having trouble, she doubted it was because she was that incompetent.
Rhea returned much more chipper than before, plopping a larger text on the table beside August as she practically bounced in excitement. “Look what I found! Isn’t it exciting?” Lizzie arched an eyebrow at the title, upside-down from her viewpoint: Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs, Dylan Marwood. The lioness would have been amused by the girl’s sudden enthusiasm if she hadn’t been so fixated on the topic prior. Elizabeth wanted to get to the bottom of this situation, and in her case, that meant jumping straight to the point.
“Rhea, how are you doing in your practical magic classes?”
The question caught Rhea off guard. She had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t like where the conversation was going, and to brace herself, slid into her previous seat with her book in front of her. “Um, they’re… They’re going.”
“Uh-huh,” Lizzie mused, “That’s fantastic. So then, how about a demonstration?”
“Oh, well, I don’t think here is really--”
“Just cast lumos. Come on, I haven’t all day.”
Rhea glanced between the two third years, clearly uncomfortable. The determination in Lizzie’s eyes didn’t seem to waver, leading Rhea to sigh in defeat as she bent over to retrieve her wand from her watermelon-patterned backpack. A feathered head had peeped up from the bag, the young lady eyeing her pet owl suspiciously as she hesitantly took her wand offered from Circe like a dog playing fetch. ‘How did you…. How’d you get in there, little guy?’ A question that wouldn’t be addressed right away, it seemed, as Circe retreated to his napping place almost as soon as he’d revealed himself. ‘O...kay…Later, then.’ She zipped the backpack back up, leaving enough opened for the bird to breathe. She sighed. ‘I’d better not find any pellets in my flats after this.’
Wand in hand, Rhea took a wary glance to August once more, unsure what to make of the situation and unwilling to meet the Gryffindor’s piercing gaze. She turned her attention to her wand as she motioned it just as Professor Cohen had demonstrated. “Lumos.”
A small light emitted from the tip of the wand just briefly. It flickered thrice before burning out.
Lizzie nodded, satisfied with the demonstration. “Mmhm, just as I suspected.”
Rhea arched an eyebrow at the redhead. “Excuse m—eep!”
The lioness practically launched herself across the table at the serpent, sending books clattering to the floor. A knee on the table and heel on her seat for balance, she leaned towards Rhea, wand pointed with meaning as the poor lass leaned back as far as possible in her chair without toppling over. “Wh-What’re you doing?”
“Lumos.” Elizabeth cast with a confident smirk as her wand lit effortlessly, a steady gleam of light startling Rhea. “You have to want it for a spell to work, Lass. Forget the theory; the answer’s as simple as that! Now do it again. Nox.”
What was August doing hanging around such a girl? She was a storm! Rhea hadn’t the slightest idea what to make of her, but her train of thought made sense. She’d never exactly wanted to use magic, so it stood to reason she was holding herself back. Maintaining her distance in her chair, Rhea nodded in understanding and tried again: this time, concentrating on success. “Lumos.” The wand lit, and Rhea smiled just as brightly in her achievement—it was small, sure, but a success was a success! Well, for about five seconds. “Oh… Well, at least it was… Consistent?”
“Hm. Better, but you need a lot longer if you want a passing grade.” Lizzie shifted to sit upright, legs dangling over the edge beside August. Her tone was matter-of-fact as she spoke. “We’re going to need Rickie for this.”
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✑ AUGUST TANZIL MEYLIANLI third year || Slytherin || muggleborn Daily Dragon writer || Language club || Quidditch Announcer _______________
”I might have to actually attend Camp Spektor this summer,” August replied with a grimace. ”Mum’s been saying I need an 'active hobby'.” But this was a topic for later and the bookworm had nothing to say about it.
“She’s a first year and working hard. It'll pay off,” August remarked. It certainly was unfortunate that Rhea was having trouble casting, but magic had been hard for him to cast at first, and it was only after much reading and observation that he’d started getting the hang of those first simple spells. It was much better now, but the learning curve that first year had required literally a whole new state of mind. He figured it was something similar with her. As long as Rhea had the fundamentals and kept practicing, he was sure that come exams she would be well prepared. “Some of us are slower than others at the practical application. And excuse me, I merely recommend.”
He shrugged when she accused the texts of being sleep-inducing though-- She wasn’t wrong. Theory of Light Spells had been quite interesting, but it took forever to parse a page of the stuffy old language. If he was perfectly honest he’d only read the chapter pertaining specifically to casting and maintaining of Lumos.
Any further discussion was cut off by Rhea herself, returning with a rather hefty tome. He needed barely a glance before a smile crinkled at his eyes.q Of course the little mermaid princess would want to know more about her people. Perhaps this would be more her alley of light reading. He glanced up at Lizzie when she asked Rhea about her practical magic classes-- just a brief look, entirely innocuous with his civil face restored in the presence of the young first year. But it should be enough to convey to Lizzie that he was at least partially surprised or exasperated that she felt the need to interrogate the child.
”It’s fine Rhea, he encouraged the young first year with a nod. ” Lizzie can be trusted, and she might have good insight.” Rhea fetched her wand, and when she glanced his way warily he nodded again, adding on a small smile in encouragement.
August made a quiet huff of disapproval when the books were knocked to the floor, but he was paying attention to the exchange. Sure enough, the spell was better.
“Intentionality--part of the visualization of the charm,” he identified, quickly piecing together how charms theory explained the improvement, however slight. Granted it had been only a few second, but by Rhea’s smile she obviously felt something was fundamentally different. ”Good work, Rhea. Give it another try?
“And off the table, Betty,” he said, picking the books up. He afforded the mention of elder Knapp a thoughtful expression when Lizzie brought him up though. August and Knapp had been awkward and cold around each other for the last year and were only just starting to repair their relationship due to sharing half their electives. He didn’t have a problem if Lizzie thought it would help, but ” Why Knapp?”
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settingStudy Area, late Fall 2045 || with Lizzie and Rhea expression comfortable, but a little more guarded around Rhea || wearing shirt, sweater, jeans+glasses || status Theory is important! _______________ //OOC: ---
Trickblues
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All I know Times is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings, Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away. ➼ "In the End" by Linkin Park, cover by Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles.
Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 1:38 pm
♢ Elizabeth Kaye Spektor ♢ + ♡ Rhea Allison Lane ♡
Pureblood | Third Year Gryffindor | Thirteen Years Old Halfblood | First Year Slytherin | Eleven Years Old
»Late Autumn 2045»Library»With: August (+Circe, Apparently) »Lizzie's Status: "It'll be fiiiine." »Rhea's Status: In better spirits
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Rhea nodded as she attempted the spell again. It lit, but flickered out while as she giggled at Lizzie’s pout when she was instructed to get off the table. With a huff, Lizzie hopped off and helped August with the last of the books she had so carelessly flung.
“A few reasons.” Elizabeth answered simply when asked why she’d recommended Aldrick. “They’re neighbors, right?” A glance to Rhea for a hum of confirmation and she continued, “So Rickie’s probably familiar enough with her. You like Aldrick Knapp, don’t you, Rhea?”
“Mmhm! Aldrick’s funny.”She agreed. At this point, Rhea had taken a small break to gather her things. She didn’t pay much mind as Circe fluttered around her bag while she squeezed her papers in much to the surprise of the other two. Once she was finished, she gathered her new book. “Sometimes he takes my sword away and I have to steal it back, though. To be fair, I’d given him a whack with it last time for being a smart aleck.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and Circe gave a hoot. “I’m going to go check this book out before I forget. I’ll be back!”
The apparent owl in Rhea’s bag had been one thing—Liz knew Jonah shared his owl with his sister and he had a tendency to hide in hoods and bags, so it was an easy guess—but the sword was another question altogether. ‘She’s talking about a toy, right….?’ A shared glance with August didn’t provide her with any answers. She frowned. “In any case… I’m simply too impatient for this gig, and Rickie wants to be a teacher anyway, so why not?”Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the way August sniffed at her reasoning. Of course, she couldn’t blame him. Watching the two boys bicker over the last year had been a major pain in the arse. “C’mon then, how else do you think I scraped by Herbology last year? I’m tellin’ you it’s fine. We can go ask now—I’m sure he’s at Art Club right about now.”
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OOC: Tiny Disclaimer: August reacted w/ permission from Adda to finish up the scene.
Coming into fifth year Stella agreed to help Charlotte and evidently Priscilla with their studies. It was a turn of events compared to how things had been up till now. She’d been so used to doing most of the work for them that she didn’t know how being study partners would go. With the amount of classes Stella had she needed to get some good results if she was even going to pass the exams herself. Granted there were definitely classes Stella cared very little about like art and music. Sure, she liked the arts, but they weren’t classes she deemed important in life.
Walking into the library, Stella found the study area and set her books down. Getting things in order it wasn’t long before Priscilla and Charlotte made their appearance. Priscilla looked to be “thrilled” to be there. It was no surprise to anyone. Charlotte on the other hand looked to have come in with bells on. “Hey Stella,” She greeted her stepsister as she took a seat at the table. “We’re ready to be good students. Right Cilla?” She said looking to her twin with enthusiasm. “Yeah… totally…” Priscilla replied sounding rather enthused.
“Great, because we need to start by figuring out what your skills are and what you struggle with. I can’t help with everything not with the course load on top of this.” Stella began looking to the two girls as Priscilla pulled up a chair. “I’ve got Art! And I’m pretty good with Charms too.” Charlotte shared instantly. “You can cut out Music.” Priscilla added simply. “That’s good. Now any particular classes you guys have problems with?” Stella continued as she scratched out two classes on her list and question marked one. “History… and potions… and probably mythology…” Charlotte answered. “Okay, how about you Priscilla?” Stella asked looking to the Slytherin. Priscilla sat there for a moment wanting nothing more to say she didn’t have any classes she struggled with but that wasn’t true. In fact, it was far from it. “Herbology…” She muttered quietly. “Alright that’s a start. I can certainly help with Herbology.” The Hufflepuff replied taking what she could get from the blonde.
Stella thought on it for a moment. “Along with that it might help to know what you guys want do when you graduate.” She continued before Charlotte interrupted. “What like for work?” She questioned getting a nod in return. “I don’t need to work. I’m going to be a wife to a well-off family. As is Charlotte.” Priscilla retorted crossing her arms. “There has to be something you’d want to do?” Stella questioned. She hardly understood the need to be a domestic housewife for anybody, never mind a guy with money. “I’ve always wanted to be an artist… but mother doesn’t approve…” Charlotte answered her gaze falling to the floor. Priscilla gave a small look of disapproval at her twin's response. “There’s nothing wrong with wanted to be an artist Charlotte.” Stella replied simply just to back her up in a small way. It was hard being shot down from everything close to you most of the time after all.
The chosen direction that Charlotte wanted to go in certainly made Stella’s job easier. The girl really only needed to pass not so much excel on every subject. Priscilla on the other hand was easier said then done. The Slytherin wanted to do well but certainly didn’t want to work for it. “Do you think it could be possible for the two of you to help each other in the classes you both share? I’ll definitely help you with Astronomy and Herbology since those are two of my strong areas. As well as the other classes you’re have trouble with.” She assured them. “I can help Cilla with Charms.” Charlotte declared brightly. “Yeah, I can help her I guess.” With that somewhat taken care of the three girls got to work studying on some of the obvious classes. Only time would tell if the girls could work together and get everything sorted out.
(End Scene)
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Stella: Prepared and Trying Priscilla: Trying yet Annoyed Charlotte: Unsure but Hopeful... Trying for optimism
Who we're with:Each other... OOC:Just squeezing this scene in before the year ends.
Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 8:47 pm
✄Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴ fifth year || Ravenclaw || pureblood vampire Art Club doodler || Astronomy Club friend || Adventurer's Guild warlock || Cooking Club challenger Dueling Club duelist || Fencing club senior || Fite Club founder || Quidditch beater _______________
Before Winter Break, Saturdays were spent on creative projects with a few solid hours for combat and spell practice. After Art Club and dinner Aidene’d go to Month’s Boy’s tutoring table at the Library and get her homework done so that come Sunday she could make it to Hogsmeade for whatever time she and Vespera arranged to meet. Well, now Aidene didn’t wake up until an hour before curfew at earliest so in order to still make the Sunday deadline, she usually spent the entire night doing homework, studying or training. There was rarely time for creative work.
Tonight she was in the Library with Brook and Gus. Studying. Or trying to. Aidene had been poring over spell texts, looking for a spell for a Healing homework when she got distracted: ”Termino Commoveo?” she murmured, pointing at an obscure spell somewhere in a Healing text. ”Medicinal shocking spell….possibly nonverbal….
“Is there anything else that can shock someone?” She shuddered suddenly, remembering something then spoke up, wondering. “Or could you enchant something to shock someone? Can wands do that?”
Aidene hadn’t told anyone really about the fight with her mother. People who knew about her new undeath there had been a fight and knew who the culprit was. But Aidene herself could hardly remember moments of the fight, much less piece it into something coherent. Choreographing fights was probably easier than remembering and recreating the blow-by-blow. But as she stumbled upon this shocking spell, she remembered a distinctly confusing moment where she felt like she’d been shocked by her opponent’s wand. A nonverbal spell?
_______________ settingLibrary Study Section, just before curfew. || with GusGus and Brook appearance 5'4", 125 lbs || outfit Black dress + black boots status Studying distractedly. _______________ //OOC: Just quoting Steffy for the start because Brook was mentioned.
[quotex="Miss GryffindorK"]
Stefan Lee Salvatore
Bloodstains washing underneath the waves I'll be reaching out to keep you safe (as we fall) I can't hold on much longer We're drifting down to the other side Tried to pull us under Keep holding out for the other side ✄ ~"As We Fall" from League of Legends.
xx↝ Wнεяε αм I?Library - Study Area xxx↝ Wнσ'ѕ ωιтн мε?Aidene and Brook xxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ gσιиg σи?Study Session xxxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ σи мч мιиd?What a weird turn of study...
Gus was coming to terms with his emotions this year, but after yet another rejection from Brook, he decided to avoid her whenever possible. Unfortunately, Aidene requested a weekly study session with herself and Brook, and he didn't want to disappoint. He showed up every Saturday Night, though often he left before the girls simply because he was too tired to continue studying. He yawned as he flipped a page in his Transfiguration book, struggling to keep up with his reviewing and lengthy notes.
Suddenly, Aidene mumbled something, then gestured to her healing book, asking about a shocking spell. She asked if there was anything else, causing Gus to raise an eyebrow. "I think so? Some kind of hex, maybe. Oh! Wait..." Gus trailed off, grabbing his wandlore textbook from his bag. He mumbled to himself as he flipped pages, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to find the information he was searching for.
Finally, he found the page he needed, setting his book open on the table. "Laurel wood. It tends to emit a shocking sensation similar to a muggle taser whenever someone is trying to steal or break it. But I also think there's a hex somewhere." He grabbed a soda from his bag, taking a few sips to try and keep himself awake. "May I ask why? Or is it something I'd rather not know?"
✄Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴ fifth year || Ravenclaw || pureblood vampire Art Club doodler || Astronomy Club friend || Adventurer's Guild warlock || Cooking Club challenger Dueling Club duelist || Fencing club senior || Fite Club founder || Quidditch beater _______________
”Laurel wood?” Aidene listened to Gus’s explanation. She didn’t know when she would have tried to steal someone’s wand, but a shock felt right. She shuddered again.
Aidene had been fascinated listening to him and her Aunt Elysia talk about Wandlore before and sometimes wished she had taken it. But she had enough of a workload with her combat and spellcasting-focused classes. She remembered when Gus had told her that her cherry wood/ dragon heartstring core combo was particularly noted to demand an exceptional self-discipline. Aidene had taken it as a compliment to her hard work training and honing spellcasting power.
But now it was that was a lead. Any lore or information she had got could be an advantage. ”What else do you know about laurel wood wands?”
Aidene shifted a little when Gus asked why. She was trying to hide her uncomfortableness, but not very good at this yet. Gus had given her an out, but it also felt dishonourable to be asking him for information without giving a reason. Plus she didn’t want him to be suspicious of any deeper meaning. ”It happened in a duel once,” she finally said with a shrug. Yeah. She had been a very loud figure in Dueling and Fite Clubs. That was honest but vague enough.
_______________ settingLibrary Study Section, just before curfew. || with GusGus and Brook appearance 5'4", 125 lbs || outfit Black dress + black boots status Clue: Laurel wood. _______________ //OOC: ----
[quotex="Miss GryffindorK"]
Bloodstains washing underneath the waves I'll be reaching out to keep you safe (as we fall) I can't hold on much longer We're drifting down to the other side Tried to pull us under Keep holding out for the other side ✄ ~"As We Fall" from League of Legends.
xx↝ Wнεяε αм I?Library - Study Area xxx↝ Wнσ'ѕ ωιтн мε?Aidene and Brook xxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ gσιиg σи?Study Session xxxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ σи мч мιиd?I want to know more.... but I can't.
Gus blinked sleepily when Aidene questioned his words, the boy nodding slightly. "Yea, it's an odd phenomenon of Laurel, though some other wand woods also have defensive reactions." He thumbed through his book, but she asked for more, so he had to provide. Pulling his book back over, he read a few lines. "It is said that a laurel wand cannot perform a dishonorable act, although in the quest for glory, laurel wands have been known to perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic. Laurel will cleave happily to its first match forever, and indeed has the unusual and engaging attribute of issuing a spontaneous lightning strike if another witch or wizard attempts to steal it."
After asking why she needed to know, Aidene kept it vague, though vague responses were about all he'd gotten from his friends this year. "That makes sense, you being the head of dueling and all." He wanted to probe more, the desire to feel included washing over him, but alas, he figured if he probed too much, he'd lose Aidene too, and since she was his only real friend now that Brook aggressively didn't like him any more, well.... at least he'd gotten over his crush (though it put him in a lot sadder of a mindset). He pulled out another wandlore text, wondering if it would have anything further to say on the subject.
✄Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴ fifth year || Ravenclaw || pureblood vampire Art Club doodler || Astronomy Club friend || Adventurer's Guild warlock || Cooking Club challenger Dueling Club duelist || Fencing club senior || Fite Club founder || Quidditch beater _______________
Apparently, murdering a child does not count as dishonorable. Aidene noted. A quest for glory. I wonder if that applied. How literally can you take wandlore?
Outwardly, she repeated what Gus had read: ”Honorable and powerful, fiercely loyal. Thanks GusGus.” She would have wanted to continue, but she’d caught the bleary blink and glanced at the clock. Her hour of companionship was quickly coming to an end.
“Yeah,” she murmured when Gus said it made sense since she was the head of Dueling Club. Was being the key word there. “Thanks. I’ll win next time.”
She threw a lighthearted grin in there to reassure him it was a jovial comment, but Aidene felt a sort of resolution pool in her as she said it. She’d make it true. Next time, she would win. Every bit of information was a clue. Every clue was an advantage, she repeated.
Aidene took another long drink from the opaque flask waiting by her bag before moving to gather her things. She’d come back down here after walking with Brook to the Ravenclaw dorms-- the empty Library was much less distracting than being around humans, even if she would put up with the suffocating thirst for a little every night so as to not drown in loneliness. ”Should we call it here for tonight? I’ll remember to bring my dolls next week and we run through Mythology.”
_______________ settingLibrary Study Section, just before curfew. || with GusGus and Brook appearance 5'4", 125 lbs || outfit Black dress + black boots status Back to the lonely world _______________ //OOC: ~fin~ Thanks for doing this short thing last minute with me ^_^
[quotex="Miss GryffindorK"]
Bloodstains washing underneath the waves I'll be reaching out to keep you safe (as we fall) I can't hold on much longer We're drifting down to the other side Tried to pull us under Keep holding out for the other side ✄ ~"As We Fall" from League of Legends.
It was a Saturday evening when Wolfgang thought it was a good idea to try actually finding a way to amuse himself in this library without scaring the patrolling students that "they're hearing a mysterious unknown person" or whatever if he tried playing the piano at nine in the evening. His Norwegian Forest cat Lalli was playing on the study table, though the cat's need to pester Wolfgang's attention with their size big enough for him to have to carry him with two arms? Didn't help, Wolfgang has to push the cat a bit for him to focus on, reading new books from modern writers. He wasn't a fan of digging up really old books, which was probably why he only barely passed History back in Durmstrang but anyway. He was reading some dumb romance book while his other hand was sketching how he interpreted it. Though, the way he drew it was kind of silly despite looking pretty decent. He was at the good part of the story, snickering until Lalli decided to swish his bushy tail over the book he's reading. "Lalli." Wolfgang sighed indignantly, looking at the cat in the eye... who just proceed to groom himself as if nothing happened. (In German) "I swear, I must be really spoiling you that much... Not that I hate you, but please, a man has to have his solo time..."
✄Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴ sixth year || Ravenclaw || pureblood vampire Art Club doodler || Astronomy Club friend || Adventurer's Guild cleric || Cooking Club challenger Dueling Club duelist (winter) || Fencing club senior || Fite Club founder || Quidditch beater _______________
Aidene didn’t have any clubs that met late enough on the weekends for her to attend. That meant she hung out with friends wherever until curfew, hung out with people in the Ravenclaw common room until they drifted to sleep, then grabbed her books and trudged down to the dungeons or library to practice or study. She flumped her things down at her usual table with a sigh.
She had to study. Self-study only made sense if she actually studied. DADA, Charms, and Wandless first then. Not just because they were her favorite and best subjects, but because she missed Professor Cohen and Professor Shoichet’s classes. She’d heard there was a new Wandless Professor, but...well...it didn’t make too much a difference to her. She sighed. Studying was so hard. Practicing spellcasting or even potions was fine, and sometimes she could request to try activities with professor supervision. That was fun. Studying for the written stuff? Less fun.
Aidene was about to settle in when she heard someone talking and perked up. Professor Whitethorne maybe? Well, she could say hi. If it was Professor Powell forgetting the time again, she had a question she was sure he could turn into a fun lecture about the differences between mythology and history. Instead, she spotted someone talking to... his cat. In...some language that wasn’t English or Irish, anyways. If anything it sounded vaguely like one of the three Russian words she knew.
He didn’t seem to be a student--besides, Aidene was pretty sure she was the only night-student--so maybe a professor she didn’t recognize? She thought she'd recognized most of them by now. ”Sorry for interrupting,” she called. Hogwarts was safe, she was sure, so her tone was friendly. But she’d learned something about being too friendly with strange adults and kept a few steps away. "I didn’t know there was someone else here. You're...one of the new professors, right?”
_______________ settingLibrary after dark, Fall 2050 || with shady figure appearance 5'4", 125 lbs || outfit dark blue dress + starry stockings status wary _______________ //OOC: pardon the delay! I realized they wouldn't recognize each other yet but hopefully moving from here would still work out!
Julian Galaksylph
Legends never die They become a part of you Every time you bleed for reaching greatness Relentless you survive ✄ ~"Legends Never Die" by Against the Current
"Huh?" Wolfgang perked up, looking away from his book to see a tiny lady, someone who he never saw in any of his classes. Her tiny height could have made him think that she was a second-year if he was none the wiser. She... er... Wolfgang didn't want to sound like a creep but his scent of smell from his vampire genes kind of caught something familiar from her. It felt so familiar but he didn't know what. Sure, he'd have sensed that familiar scent anywhere but it was very rare, and even then he wasn't stupid enough to ask a stranger about their scent. If someone walked up to him and said the same way he would have sucker-punched them. Either way, he felt a sense of annoying deja vu, and he did not like missing out things. Because obviously bad things happen when he missed something.
"Oh, good evening.Yeah. I teach Astronomy for the lower classmen," he cleared his throat pretending that he didn't feel bothered by deja vu, "Professor Deadman. And I'm new. Sort of. I taught here during 2043-2045, I think. Then left to teach somewhere else." Wolfgang then gave her an appraising look, his expression neutral, "I definitely didn't see your face in any of my classes, so I assume you're a fourth-year at least. And definitely not lost, you here to pull an all-nighter, then?"
✄Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴ sixth year || Ravenclaw || pureblood vampire Art Club doodler || Astronomy Club friend || Adventurer's Guild cleric || Cooking Club challenger Dueling Club duelist (winter) || Fencing club senior || Fite Club founder || Quidditch beater _______________
The mysterious man replied innocently enough. He...smelled familiar. Aidene knew what vampires smelled like, and even what werewolves smelled like, thanks to Rion. This person was...not quite a vampire, but there was the unmistakable scent of vampire too-- a very familiar vampire. She was still learning how to parse information from scents, but this one was too familiar to miss. And then his name. It took a second to put it together before everything clicked and she relaxed considerably: ”Oh, I know you! You’re related to the Old Man!”
She paced forwards to shake hands. ”I mean, good evening, Professor Deadman. You’re right. Aidene Azura Kieran, sixth year Ravenclaw and cooking and combat main--I mean. Just combat.” She hesitated a moment. That was still a problem. Maybe she should try cooking again. Another problem-- she hadn’t known of any partial vampire relatives of Lore. She knew there were...tensions with half-vampires. She didn’t really understand how a particular race class was supposed to be inherently suspicious, but she was supposed to be cautious.
Still, the scent was undeniable, and he was a professor... so should be trustworthy, right? And a professor would have been informed of her situation. Aidene hesitated, observing carefully if her name sparked any recognition. She decided: she’d start in generalities. ”Would you happen to be related to Lore Deadman?”
_______________ settingLibrary after dark, Fall 2050 || with Lore's long lost son? appearance 5'4", 125 lbs || outfit dark blue dress + starry stockings status wary _______________ //OOC: hopefully everything is okay!
Julian Galaksylph
Legends never die They become a part of you Every time you bleed for reaching greatness Relentless you survive ✄ ~"Legends Never Die" by Against the Current
Wolfgang just stared at this teenager with horror and surprise, and this is the most expressive feat he has done. Did... did she mean like his actual biological dad? Well. Firmin, no matter how invisible he was in Wolfgang's entire life, was still mentioned by his mother as if he was still a father. Unless he meant Uncle Rein, who was the only closest father figure he could think of. He wasn't goddamn sure- or maybe he did. Maybe that was why this lady's scent seemed disturbingly familiar. But he has to play dumb, Wolfgang already knew that outing himself as a half-vampire did nothing good for him at all. "Um." Wolfgang was all he could say for a second, "Why... did you ask that."
He didn't protest when she proceeded to shake his hand. When he heard her name, something clicked to him. "Oh, you're the student who has to take night classes due to vampiric reasons, yes?" Right, this was the vampire student who has to take night classes due to her condition, so that's where the weird scent came from. Now that he taught about it, maybe that's what he sensed when he first met the Old man. That explains it... Maybe. He wasn't very experienced in the whole "pinpointing senses" since he was so used to just getting over it. "I'm sorry you had to drop your cooking activities, how're you holding up?"
.... And then there's that question. Wolfgang really wished Aidene didn't ask that. Especially when it was a very specific question. Did God lead him to the UK so that he could see how he'll handle meeting his deadbeat father's friends or something? How did this kid even know the old man, was she one of his clanmates or something? The more he learned about his father's stupid vampirism, the less he understood. "It's... yeah. We're related... Same surname and all..." Wolfgang sighed, he confirmed what he thought to be her suspicions, but he sure didn't sound happy about it. "How'd you met that old man? Part of his clan? You're not gonna snitch, are you? Just to be sure."
