The Library

She huffed as she quickly realised that she was getting nowhere with him, a hopeless case. Of course he didn't seem to care about house rivalries, from the little she knew of him, he seemed too carefree and there was a part of him that just really wanted her to help him, she was aware of that at least. To her annoyance, he shifted position once more, fidgeting around in his seat and unable to keep still as he sugar coated his words. The frown on her features deepened as she turned to look at him again in a final attempt to get him to go away. That was her first mistake.
The eyes. She almost groaned. She looked into his eyes. In her own home, her parents had a dog, a great beast of an animal with shaggy, golden fur that eerily reminded her of the teen slumped down beside her, and she had never once been able to resist its pleading expression whenever it wanted something.
"Fine." She said with some reluctance, caving in. "What subject do you need help with?"

Yes, definitely a dog. Robyn felt compelled to bury her head in her arms until he went away but she had already agreed, there was no turning back. Besides, there was no way that she could refuse him after seeing his expression light up like that. As much as it bothered her, she had a soft spot for animals and the teen sitting attentively by her side seemed to channel the spirit of one that she held dear. There had to be a limit for how happy a person could be.
"Herbology huh?" She murmured, pushing away both her thoughts and her own books to focus on the task ahead. "Let's see it then. For starters, how do you go about learning the plants and their properties?"

Robyn let out an exasperated sigh and massaged her temples gingerly. She could feel a headache coming on. This was why she preferred to do things on her own and just blank out the rest of the world whilst she concentrated, it didn't involve any of the hassle required in the process of helping someone out. She heard him out until he finished before calculating her own response, a hand cupped around her chin.
"And it doesn't seem very effective," she began slowly, "because none of the information stuck after a year."
She wasn't exactly the best person to lecture someone about boring revision methods since her own way of studying was rewriting notes over and over again but hey, she still remembered everything from their First Year curriculum.
"Why don't you -I don't know- make it a bit more... fun?"

She felt somewhat... unnerved by his stare, as if his eyes were boring holes into her. Yup, too cheerful. The experience was going to deter her from helping people ever again, she better not make a habit out of it she'll never get anything done. Robyn glanced over at her homework longingly, he just needed help for a a little bit, right?
"Well you still managed to get into the NEWT classes that you wanted, didn't you?" She asked, feeling self conscious of her own straight hair and glad that she at least ran a brush through it that morning. "You could make revision seem more visually appealing or something like that. You know, to make it easier to remember."

She blinked, rather stunned and intimidated as she saw how tall he really was up close, Robyn herself only stood at 155cm, which was approximately 5'1, and it annoyed her to no end that she remained one of the shortest in her classes. The teen in front of her apparently had the complete opposite problem.
She watched him with curiosity as he left the table only for him to reappear a moment later with his things. Ah, that explained it.
"Working hard is good, it shows you have the right work ethic for this sort of thing." She mused, pondering how to answer his question for a brief second or so. "Well... Colours? Black ink is the norm around here but teachers don't care what your notes look like as long as they're legible. I'm pretty sure that there's a shop in Hogsmeade that sells all sorts of coloured inkwells, you could use those to mark out different points or to categorise your information."

She picked up on him running his hand through his disheveled hair for the umpteenth time that day and opened her mouth to question it before catching herself. It was probably a subconscious thing and it wasn't like she cared. She certainly didn't want him to think that she cared. Everyone had their own little gestures and habits and it wasn't like she wanted to know more about the ludicrously tall boy who seemed too happy for his own good sitting right beside her.
"Ah, then that makes my job a lot easier since you actually want to study." Robyn hummed as he smiled again. If he grinned any brighter then she would have to squint to even look at him.
"Go with you to Hogsmeade?" She pulled a face. "Surely you should know where I'm talking about? You're in 6th Year, it's not exactly hard to know the layout of a small village by then."

Seemingly in opposition to her, he can't help but take a quick interest in other people, so he'd really quite gladly listen to her talk for several hours on end about herself, and retain every word. And yet, he'd still never remember most of his work. People were more of his forte, anyway.
'Of course I want to! I have to make the grades to do what I want to. There's no way I'd shirk any of it.' Kaleb's head bobs in an enthusiastic nod, the grin reduced, just a little, to something a little more like a soft smile.
'Yeah!' He seems quite happy for a moment, before she mentions that, and he pouts slightly, cheeks puffing out and head bowing. 'Well, you've been talking to me for a while... You should already know I'm not that good with rememberin' things...'

((Still has no idea))
James trotted around the library feeling uncomfortable with the book in hands. He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, especially wrong for a Hufflepuff...

((it's okay, Shimmy. Do whatever, no rules))

There seemed to be a minute change within him, she felt uneasy. It was almost as if he had realised something important... Ah. She shrugged it off, it didn't matter to her. If he tried to keep hanging around, she would just push him away like everyone else.
"It's always good to have a life plan." She furrowed her brow, growing suspicious due to his demeanor. To Robyn, it almost seemed as if he wanted her to ask just what he wanted to do after leaving Hogwarts.
"Drag them along or something. As of now, I don't have any need to go into Hogsmeade, once you've been several times, it really isn't that exciting anymore."