xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Library - Study Area xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Brianna xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Attempting Magic xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Do I not know what a needle is?
Csuri grimaced at the thought of daring to play a sport, much less a super dangerous team sport. No way. "Yea, no thanks. I've heard of too many players getting broken bones, bruises... and there was that one team a few years ago where someone died. So no, I'd rather keep my feet firmly on the ground." She shuddered a bit, remembering way back when she was little watching a game with her parents. They hadn't wanted her with them, but her dad had to pretend to be a good parent in front of his business-friends. It had been awful, so hot and loud, with way, way too many people around. Maybe she'd give watching the game another chance, but no way was she going to play.
Brianna worked for a moment to explain that she already used different levels of concentration. Though her examples were flawed. Csuri... really didn't have many people to talk with, and none she would consider a friend. In the whole school, there was so far only one person she'd actually have a decent conversation with, and that was only because she didn't ever try to get Csuri to just "be happy". "Okay, so it sounds like it's just... prioritization, right? Just. Shift my focus accordingly? Now why doesn't the book just say that? They word it specifically to be vague and dumb." She huffed a sigh at her book, but was ready to try again for the sake of learning this dang class.
After trying the spell, it didn't work nearly as well as Csuri had hoped. Brianna quickly worked to try and keep the younger Slytherin's hopes up. She made it sound like Csuri just needed to be confident about the change. Not hope it changed, but command the change. Csuri nodded resolutely, brows furrowed in concentration. Brianna set the match to right (show off), then told her to try again. Focusing all her attention on the matchstick, Csuri waved her wand and tried once more.
"Acusignis"
This time, the matchstick seemed to obey, though not fully. It changed shape, growing sharp at one end and adding a small hoop to the other. It was silvery in some places, but wooden in others. The girl lifted it up to examine the work. "Okay. That's... closer at least? Maybe I just don't know what a needle looks like." She still wore her frown, but it was at least a little softer. Maybe she was on the verge of a breakthrough. Which she'd need, because in the next class, they'd be moving on to a new lesson. If she couldn't figure out the first, how could she figure a second? Grey eyes glanced up at the older girl, wondering what her take on the matter might be.
Brianna Cathaline Quinn-Smith Slytherin │ Fourth Year │ Fourteen Years Old │ Single
Brianna listened to Csuri’s reasons for not wanting to try her hand at Quidditch, and she was finding she really couldn’t fault the younger girl for being a bit reluctantly to strap on a helmet and pads. “Eh, fair enough. Although supposedly nobody’s died in a school match in over a century, but I get your point. Still, if you’re ever interested, I’d be happy to take you up on my broomstick some time.”
“Right, exactly, it’s a matter of establishing a level of priority in your mind,” replied Brianna encouragingly, glad she was able to communicate that concept to her younger Housemate. When she was asked why the book didn’t explain this concept better, she could only grimace helplessly, and replied, “I think the author was making certain assumptions when they wrote the book, that, or they simply decided it was up to the individual student to parse it out themselves.” She was reminded of when she’d leafed through Ron’s copy of the book, and found there were enough notations in the margins he might as well have rewritten it himself.
As Csuri tried working the spell once more, Brianna was quietly rooting her on. She didn’t quite get it right, but it was a vast improvement over her first attempt. With genuine enthusiasm, Brianna said, “Hey, that’s better than some of my attempts when I was learning that spell. You almost got this, just need to get over the hump. Have a little faith and some confidence, Csuri; you can do this. I know you can. And, remember, this is your needle; it can look anyway you want it to, it just needs to be a needle.”
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Cinnabun Gryffie
"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive."
"And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause, I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am "
Hufflepuff Fifth Year Muggleborn ❀ Free-Spirited ❀ Plant Lover
✿ Location : Library - Study Area ✿ Company : No one specific...
Summer would normally be outside on a day like today. Course today wasn’t like every other day. No, the school year was quickly coming to an end. Seemed you’d no sooner come back from winter vacation, and it would be summer again. You wouldn’t hear Summer herself complaining about that. She loved the warm sun, and the rain, and the flowers. Okay, so she loved all things nature. With a name like Summer how could she not honestly. Which is why she would much rather be outside right now instead of in the school library surrounded by books.
Giving a very large sigh, the fifth year Hufflepuff stared at her textbooks with what some could deem a clueless expression. Why might one ask? Because she was studying her transfiguration book like it was a foreign language. Perhaps it was the Summer, as barely made it this far. How was she supposed to pass her OWL if she didn’t put in the long strenuous task of actually studying?
It honestly felt like hours. Though she hadn’t been that there that long Summer found herself getting an ever-increasing headache. Rubbing her eyes, Summer really was trying to understand what she was looking at. The text made no sense. “Why can’t this be charms…” She muttered. Head hitting the table, Summer was pretty sure she wasn’t making it out of the course without failure.
✿ OOC : Feel free to bug.
I am indeed a magic hat! Don't worry, you're in good hands, though I've got none There's no need to be nervous, child In fact, I already know exactly where you'll go Hufflepuff!
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2024 2:01 pm
xx☀Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Library - Study Area xxx☀Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Lewis Abrams xxxx☀Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Relationship Talk xxxxx☀Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?It's a good thing I'm not busy or anything...
Tàmhas was in the middle of a rather intense study session. He'd even swapped his usual thermos of cocoa for a chocolatey coffee (sure, it made him cringe with every sip, but he needed the caffeine!) so that he could keep himself awake. He had various textbooks scattered around the table he'd claimed, all seventeen subjects open to various pages as he cross referenced like he was trying to solve the biggest crime of the century. Tàm didn't even notice someone standing nearby until they softly spoke his name. The shorter teen flipped the book he was holding upside down, setting it atop his head to save space... and because he'd run out of table. "Aye, whit?"
Green eyes looked up to see Lewis, shuffling a bit. "Ohey, Tàm... um... do you have a minute to talk?" The Hufflepuff glanced between all his books, then looked back up at the Ravenclaw. "Awh.... aye?" It was probably important, and Tàm could hold off studying for a few minutes... probably. "Oh, awesome!" Lewis started as he spun the other seat out from the table and plopped down.
"See, I know you're the best one to talk out the big stuff, right? A-and normally that's my job too. Y'know, with siblings, cousins, et ctetera. But! But for this issue, I need someone older and otherwise objective. My family's not the greatest to talk about stuff like dating and emotions and whatnot. Anyway, onto the issue." He continued, noticing Tàm's little nod. Almost immediately, Lewis was back on his feet, now pacing in front of the table while tired green eyes tracked him back and forth.
"See, here's the issue. For a while now, I've been having feelings for two different people. But now lately, there's a third one! A-and they're my gender! I've never crushed on someone like that?! But also how am I supposed to pick? They're all really good friends, and maybe that's why it's so hard, y'know? I don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings. But also half my family says at least two of the three are also crushing on me?! Like... what do I do with that information, right?! And now the other, the third, is giving me gifts for no reason?!?! What's that supposed to mean?! I-I just don't know what to do!"
He paused, looking at Tàmhas while his chest was rising heavily from having spoken too long without a breath. The seventh year gestured at the chair and Lewis obediently plopped down. "First things first, tak a deep breath. In... an oot. Relax yer heid." Tàm did the gestures for both, making sure Lewis followed along before continuing. "Right, let’s work this oot, eh? So here’s what we’ll dae. We’ll use yer numbers for them. One, two, an three. Mak sure ye remember which goes tae which. I’ll ask ye a few questions an see if it helps clear things up for ye." The Hufflepuff flipped through his very colorful notebook before finally settling on an empty page. He grabbed three of his colorful pens, then set up the page like a grid with three columns.
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?Library - Study Session xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?Tàm xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Impromptu therapy, I think? xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?Oh man, now what do I do?
Lewis couldn't believe he was actually here. Actually having this conversation. Sure, Tàmhas was probably the safest person to ask (other than maybe a professor, but that'd be awkward as hell, right?) but Lewis still worried about everyone else finding out. He already got teased pretty mercilessly by his entire family, and he really, really didn't want it to continue into the school's rumor mill. His family already knew WAY too much (mostly thanks to Rosa and Mea, but still). Thankfully, Tàm had set aside his studies for the moment and had agreed to help. What a legend he was! "Questions, alright. Fire when ready." Lewis nodded, though he was a little nervous.
""Awrite. Usin’ ae word, describe hoo each makes ye feel. No sayin' they’re a person, just how ye feel." Tàm grabbed the first pen, then looked expectantly at Lewis. "Oh, okay. Um... number one, they make me feel.... safe? I guess.""Aye, safe is good." And the word was added with a purple pen to column 1. "Number two is... fun? Like. They tap into my wild side?" Tàm nodded idly, the book perched upon his head falling forward. Thank goodness Lewis was honed in catching fast-moving things, because he nabbed the book before it could fall on the brunette's fingers and set it to the side. "And three, I suppose.... confused? It's fairly new, right, and I'm not really sure about my feelings on it yet." He frowned a bit as he saw the words written in Tàm's loopy cursive.
"Right, good. An noo I want ye tae tak a wee minute an think aboot yersel. Whit o yer positive or negative traits are either nurtured or encouraged by thir three?" He looked up, those big green eyes somehow staring right into Lewis' soul. "Oh man. Um... Let's see. One, they're really good at fostering my familial traits? Like. They're a good sibling to theirs and everyone else, it seems like. Also making sure I get enough outside time, which I don't really do on my own sometimes. And two... two is really good at making me think. Like, encouraging logic and such. And also my silly side. They're easy to laugh with. They do, however, also encourage my gossipy side sometimes. And three... hmm. Three is one alongside my creative side. Like... artwork and stupid puns and stuff like that. But I don't know them as well as the others." Lewis explained, tapping his chin as he considered. These notes were also added.
Lewis shuffled uncomfortably as Tàmhas regarded him. "Right, humor me. If ye were alane wi' juist these three folks, wha do ye think ye'd end up spenin' the maist time wi'? Or, I suppose another wye tae ask is... wha do ye find yersel' drawn tae?" Oh damn. Straight for the jugular there. Lewis took in a deep breath, trying to think of the best wording. "I... I don't know! I spend the most time with 1, but that's due to outside circumstances, I think." Before he could continue, Tàm clucked his tongue. "Naw, ye're no gettin' it. No who do ye spend the most time wi', but who do ye want tae spend the most time wi'. And it's awright if there's multiple answers as ye work it oot. An’ mind ye, I’m here tae hear ye oot, nae tae judge yer answers." Lewis nodded, wondering vaguely how many times a week Tàmhas said that line.
"Oh... oh man. Okay, so just based on wants. Well, I feel like 2 would be the most fun, while also still in a somewhat sense of control. 3 would be wild and creative, but messy. 1 is... in a way, the safe answer. They kind of help me be a mature, grown up person, I think... but I dunno. I feel like I could trust 1 with anything ever. 2 is also someone I could trust, but they'd be good at making me feel less... formal, I guess?" He huffed a heavy sigh, wishing there was an easy answer. Of course, while he was sighing to the heavens, he didn't notice the mischievous twinkle in those green eyes. "Quick, shout the first name that pops intae yer heid!"
"Sierra. Wait. Hey! I don't think that's how you're supposed to do that, Tàmhas!" Lewis sighed, looking a bit deflated as the brunette laughed softly. "It worked, didnae it? But seriously, Lewis, the best way tae suss it oot is through some deep thinkin’. Consider a’ the pros and cons o’ a’ three. Wha makes ye be the best version o’ yerself? Wha makes ye feel safe tae learn and grow? Wha do ye love in a mair romantic way compared tae a platonic sort o’ way? A’ kinds o’ love are valid. Think, really think oan yer decision, and ah think ye’ll find the answer is the one that feels maist natural. Ye’re a smart, kind, compassionate human bein’. Find someone that makes ye feel like a better person each and every day. Someone that helps yer garden grow, rather than tearin’ oot the roots. Dinnae worry aboot yer family’s opinion either. This is somethin’ ye’ve got tae choose fur yerself. Fur yer happiness. Fur yer emotional health. Dinnae just pick on a whim or because someone tells ye whit they think is the right answer. No matter whit, ah’m sure ye’ll make a wonderful choice." Somewhere along the talk, Lewis realized his hand was being held as something of a lifeline. Lewis also realized that Tàm had really tiny hands... but that part didn't matter.
"Thanks, Tàm. You're a good friend. You've given me a lot to think of, so I'll let you get back to studying. Want your book-hat back?" At least that earned a hearty laugh from both teens. "Aha! Aye, I need tae get back tae ma books, but I do appreciate the wee break. I’ll catch ye later, Lewis. Tìoraidh an-dràsta!" Lewis nodded, chuckling as he walked off. Well, he certainly had a lot to think about.
