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Post by Dawnfrost on Jan 13, 2015 1:39:18 GMT
"Oh yeah! Give me a minute." He rushed off and returned a few minutes later with a large book that had a silvery cover.
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Post by Silaluk on Jan 13, 2015 1:42:59 GMT
"Wow... It's beautiful..." Jane was still admiring the book when Vincent rushed in.
"Jane, come with me!" he said urgently, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the hospital wing. "There's no time to explain."
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Post by Dawnfrost on Jan 13, 2015 1:45:26 GMT
Riley stood there, slightly in shock for a moment, then looked disappointed. "Uh, bye, I guess-"
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Post by Patrick Stump on Jan 18, 2015 1:38:20 GMT
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 18, 2015 16:31:54 GMT
People eat
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Post by Patrick Stump on Jan 18, 2015 16:42:40 GMT
do they eat normal food or wizard food
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 18, 2015 16:59:38 GMT
A combination of the two
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 1, 2015 23:22:57 GMT
Fwump. The ever so elegant sound of the boy sitting himself at a table, whichever one that has the least people there already. Well, he doesn't so much sit himself down as throw himself onto the bench, bag following to rest next to him and then, in a single moment, all movement stops. All movement from him. as he now seems to hang in near suspended motion, frozen as he stares across the vast room, at nothing in particular, possibly out of a window, possibly at someone, and blanks out. It only lasts for a moment, before his eyes regain their harsh intensity, and turn down to the book it only takes him a few second to Ali smoothly from inside his bag. Work is kind of a bother.
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Post by Silver on Feb 1, 2015 23:34:07 GMT
Raegan glanced up suddenly at the noise, half startled as she was hardly expecting anyone - never mind someone from a different house - to sit down in the near vicinity. The tarot cards she had been holding fluttered down onto the table but she paid it no mind as her gaze was firmly locked down on the Hufflepuff. She vaguely recognised him, of course she did, he was in her year. Something Lyon. Whilst Raegan made it a point to know most people at school to maintain some sort of omniscience aura, first names often slipped her mind.
She cleared her throat. "Excuse me?"
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 1, 2015 23:49:14 GMT
It's not like he hasn't noticed her, at all. Of course he has, being massively observant with those dark eyes of his. He'd just. josen not to say anything to her, since she isn't really worth his time. He takes not of the cards too, and without looking up from his book, makes a few deft hand motions, rather slender fingers easily collecting them and restacking them, even when he only has one hand free. He knows who she is. Not that he'd ever really bother with her, due to his hardened nature. But now it seems he has to... Unfortunate.
An eyebrow raises at the intrusion, but his fierce gaze does not set on her, still. 'You're excused.'
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Post by Silver on Feb 2, 2015 0:03:35 GMT
She blinked at him, unamused, having yet to even acknowledge him restacking the cards. Yes, she knew everyone at school purely on a last name basis. Personality-wise? Not so much. If she had, she probably would have avoided making contact at all, first impressions were everything to her and Merlin, she despised what she had seen of his personality type to an unfathomable level. Raegan had learnt over the years not to judge by house stereotypes, a vital lessons if she ever knew one, and the boy sat nearby was a clear indicator of the fact that not everything was as cleanly cut as she would have liked.
"You." Was he refusing to even look at her? "You're at the wrong table."
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 2, 2015 0:19:38 GMT
The same fingers that stacked the cards before her take a delicate hold of a page, pinching it between thumb and forefinger, to smoothly flip it over and continue reading down the other side. Honestly, if he were just a little more spiteful, he could completely ignore her. But he isn't, so he won't, instead only sitting there and listening to the surroundings, and her, whenever she talks. A single lock of that dark brown hair of his escapes the small ponytail it's in, falling down over his face to curl over and along his check, hanging to just about his rather soft jawline. Irritating beyond anything. Except, maybe her commanding tone.
He is refusing to look at her. 'Nope. Tables are only specified for houses during meals. So it doesn't matter.'
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Post by Silver on Feb 2, 2015 20:50:19 GMT
Ah, that was a valid point? Quite possibly. Raegan wasn't exactly considered a genius and she didn't have to be to realise that talking to her was the last thing he really wanted to do. Rude. It wasn't like she was even remotely interested in striking up a conversation with someone like him. Nope, not at all. Never. She finally tore her gaze away from him, picking up the cards and shuffling them with a practiced hand, glancing up every now and then.
"People tend to stick to their house tables regardless of whether it's during a meal time or not." She responded after a while, huffing at his disregard for basic etiquette. Most people had the common decency to at least look at others when they spoke to them.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 2, 2015 20:59:49 GMT
Of course it's a valid point. Why bother speaking when you couldn't make one? It'd just be nonsense, a waste of breath, nothing but pure blabber, and god, was that irritating. Those long slender fingers turn a page again, before moving up to wrap his own curl around his forefinger, as he moves it to tuck behind his ear neatly. Less bothersome there. The shuffling of the cards is annoying too, the sound, as well as the fact it almost seems like a little tic. He hates those. People just can't keep to themselves, they have to show everyone that they're doing something. That's why he's chosen not to have any. Or at least, none that he's consciously aware of.
'True. But,' he pauses in his speech, to gently fold over a corner of the page he's on and shutting the book, gaze now turning upwards to meet hers. 'Does it really seem like I care about that?' And oh, how it seems he'll judge her for the answer, those dark eyes filled with so much raw fire, that it seems they could bore right through someone.
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Post by Silver on Feb 3, 2015 19:24:50 GMT
Hm, did it seem like he cared? Probably - no, definitely - not. To be completely honest, neither did she but now she had found a bigger issue to deal with. The attitude. Sure, a lot of people were more on the reclusive side but... She stopped shuffling, the cards slapping together with a resounding crack because really, she couldn't clench her teeth any tighter. What's-his-face Lyon seemed to get irritated by most things, the tiny details that most others would have ignored and pushed back into the usual clamour of the Great Hall. Honestly, if he really wanted to be left alone, then maybe sitting close to someone else wasn't exactly the best idea.
"No." She finally spoke aloud, grudgingly, shrugging slightly as she flipped the top card onto the table. They made eye contact for the first time and Merlin, wow. No matter how unnerved she was, she refused to let it show. "Are you always like this or do you just happen to be in a bad mood?"
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 3, 2015 19:43:33 GMT
Obviously not. He's even making it purposefully obvious, with that flat expression on his features, and even a slight dullness in his eyes, despite the ever-present fire. The sound she causes just then is annoying, definitely, but she herself isn't so much. Although... She's getting there, with her mannerisms and her lack of patience. He stares, for a moment longer, directly and precisely into her eyes, as if viewing her soul, before his own turn downwards, and the book opens again before him. Long fingers fold back the page, and eyes begin flicking back and forth over every sentence, taking everything in at a very fast pace. He's still not ignoring her though. He'll only do that when she gets too annoying.
'Exactly.' Now, his words are barely more than murmurs, as if he can hardly bring himself to enunciate properly. It's almost as if he's running out of steam, or starting to find the situation boring. Who's to say he isn't? It's probably pretty probable. 'Always. Not a 'people person', I've been told.'
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Post by Silver on Feb 4, 2015 17:03:28 GMT
Was she supposed to sympathise with him? She wasn't sure. Maybe, maybe not but she doubted that he would appreciate the thought. Raegan set the deck down more quietly this time, peeling off the top card like she had done before, just with a little more elegance and finesse this time round because as a seer, she really shouldn't be letting her emotions get the better of her. Although... His gaze was intense, too much so, and it was only when he looked away again could she let out the breath she had been holding for far too long.
"Not a 'people person', huh? I don't find that hard to believe." Her eyes flickered back down to the cards spread out in front of her, chewing her lip with furrowed brow. She had hit a block mid-conversation and hey, what was there to lose from asking a simple question? "Say... Do you know of anything that requires holding a Mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month?"
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 4, 2015 17:17:53 GMT
Sympathy is something he'd rather not receive. Empathy is a much more solid conveyance, though it's hard for clashing personalities to ever have that kind of thing. The cards just seem to strike an exposed nerve with him, the patterns and depictions definitely rubbing him the wrong way. He probably just thinks it's a stupid, nonsensical bunch of idiocy, to have tarot cards be read. They've never worked out for him, after all. His glance seems set now, downwards and at the printed words that spread over the pages before him, each one being absorbed fully, despite how quickly slender fingers move the pages. His hand pauses, for little more than a fraction of a second, as she starts talking again, before continuing on its way, eyes flicking to and fro as well.
'Of course you don't. I haven't ever tried to be a people person.' Why bother, with people? They all wanted something or other, and they're all only in it for their own gain. Or, they're too much of idiots to want something for themselves. Either way, it's just a hassle, for something not worth it. '... Yeah,' comes a soft word, coupled with an eyebrow arching slowly, and his head to be moved, just a little, for eye contact to be made again. 'Becoming an animagus. Asked Transfiguration teacher about it once, figured I'd get into it when I was older. Taste of mandrake isn't worth it. Disgusting.'
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Post by Silver on Feb 4, 2015 17:36:10 GMT
He... seemed to have something against tarot cards and she took personal offence to that. Raegan was far too attached to them, especially so since they had been in her possession for years and she took great care to maintain their pristine appearance. She simply adored the patterns and images inked onto them and really, she found that for her, they were the best medium to use for divination. She had reached out for a third card when he responded, his answer somewhat surprising her because which sane 16 year old would try to become an animagus without help from another skilled wizard?
"Each to their own." She merely shrugged, half wondering what he had against people too... Actually, it didn't matter to her either way. "So an animagus..." Her eyes narrowed, seemingly irritated. "So is that what he's trying to do?" At this point, she was more less muttering to herself than anyone else, words like 'unbelievable' and 'idiot' cropping up now and then.
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Post by ThenaCykes on Feb 4, 2015 17:56:58 GMT
Something against them? Hardly. He's just of the firm belief they're a complete waste of time. All seeing is, all kinds of divination, really. He's been been pretty much brought up with the mindset of take what comes, as it comes, and prepare as best you can. It feels almost like... Cheating, to look into the future, really. Being able to see what'll happen, so you can change it. Arthur doesn't much think about that kind of thing usually. Waste of time and energy, thinking about things you had no interest, just as much as talking unnecessarily. He's definitely about only doing what you need, and never bothering with anything extra and unimportant. Though... Right now, he's exerting energy to read the book, and it isn't required for him to do so, so he's pretty much contradicting his own policy straight off. What an odd individual.
'Takes a while to get it off your tongue. What, five days for every day you've had it in there? Disgusting.' A pause in his speech, before he dog-ears the page he's on again, and closes the book in front of him. One arm rests flat on the table, the other propping upon its elbow, with a flat palm, that his chin settles itself into. 'Arthur. You only know my last name, right? Taught yourself everyone's but when I sat down you had a few seconds of struggling to remember something. I'm presuming it's my first name, so it's Arthur.'
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