16 Jan 2020, 10:09
Outside class
Charms class had just let out. Quincy was one of many students exiting the classroom. While some students were excitedly discussing the next Quidditch match, Quincy was still thinking thoughtfully about the lesson on Wingardium Leviosa. Mastering the spell came fairly easy to Quincy, but understanding how the spell worked was another matter entirely. Was it the swish and flick? Was it the incantation? Was it simply the desire to see an object float?
Quincy, lost in his thoughts, nearly walked clear into a window in the corridor just outside the Charms class. On the windowsill were some books and quills, perhaps left out by a student or the Charms professor. At first, he considered grabbing them and going back into the classroom to ask whose they were. But then he thought again about the lesson and wanted to test something.
He focused on the idea of levitating the quills. Then he pulled out his dogwood wand, performed a swish and flick motion and tried to levitate the quills without saying Wingardium Leviosa. Nothing happened. So maybe the words are necessary, Quincy pondered, but yet I know nonverbal spells exist. Maybe I'm just not well-practiced enough? He decided to perform the opposite test. This time, he clearly stated "Wingardium Leviosa!" like in class but instead moved his wand in a circular motion.
To Quincy's surprise, the quills began to levitate, but he noticed something off. Instead of hovering like the feathers did in class, the quills were rapidly spinning, at the rate at which he spun his wand. Quincy tried to slow it down by changing the motion of his wand, but the quills' flight pattern became increasingly more erratic as he did so. Finally Quincy jabbed his wand downward by his side, thinking that would end the spell, but instead the quills flung across the corridor.
"Sorry!" Quincy called out, as he looked to see where the quills had gone flying off to. He really hoped nobody got hurt from his experimentation. But at the same time, he found the test insightful.
Quincy, lost in his thoughts, nearly walked clear into a window in the corridor just outside the Charms class. On the windowsill were some books and quills, perhaps left out by a student or the Charms professor. At first, he considered grabbing them and going back into the classroom to ask whose they were. But then he thought again about the lesson and wanted to test something.
He focused on the idea of levitating the quills. Then he pulled out his dogwood wand, performed a swish and flick motion and tried to levitate the quills without saying Wingardium Leviosa. Nothing happened. So maybe the words are necessary, Quincy pondered, but yet I know nonverbal spells exist. Maybe I'm just not well-practiced enough? He decided to perform the opposite test. This time, he clearly stated "Wingardium Leviosa!" like in class but instead moved his wand in a circular motion.
To Quincy's surprise, the quills began to levitate, but he noticed something off. Instead of hovering like the feathers did in class, the quills were rapidly spinning, at the rate at which he spun his wand. Quincy tried to slow it down by changing the motion of his wand, but the quills' flight pattern became increasingly more erratic as he did so. Finally Quincy jabbed his wand downward by his side, thinking that would end the spell, but instead the quills flung across the corridor.
"Sorry!" Quincy called out, as he looked to see where the quills had gone flying off to. He really hoped nobody got hurt from his experimentation. But at the same time, he found the test insightful.
16 Jan 2020, 13:46
Outside class
@Quincy Quicksilver
"Are you trying to play darts with quills?! Sheesh!"
A Slytherin boy found himself nearly pinned to a wall with the quills stabbed through his robes. Luckily with was only his robes and nothing else, but it was a close call. Tugging the utencils free, he inspected them, frowning.
"I hope whoever needed these didn't need them that badly, because the tips are all bent," he murmured, walking toward the student who they appeared to have come from. "Wait a second - are these mine?!"
Picking up speed, he dashed toward the other student and pointed at the windowsill. "Did you find these on that sill?" he demanded to know, his face mere inches from the other boy's. "You were practicing magic on them, weren't you? Just because they weren't yours, you thought it'd be okay to fling them around, is that it?"
He moved to gather up the fallen books and the remainder of the quills. "Well I hope you got a good use out of them, because that's going to cost you. You said you're sorry, but I'm going to make sure you actually are." Jack looked up at the unfamiliar boy with a less-than-wholesome smile. "Would you say that's fair?"
"Are you trying to play darts with quills?! Sheesh!"
A Slytherin boy found himself nearly pinned to a wall with the quills stabbed through his robes. Luckily with was only his robes and nothing else, but it was a close call. Tugging the utencils free, he inspected them, frowning.
"I hope whoever needed these didn't need them that badly, because the tips are all bent," he murmured, walking toward the student who they appeared to have come from. "Wait a second - are these mine?!"
Picking up speed, he dashed toward the other student and pointed at the windowsill. "Did you find these on that sill?" he demanded to know, his face mere inches from the other boy's. "You were practicing magic on them, weren't you? Just because they weren't yours, you thought it'd be okay to fling them around, is that it?"
He moved to gather up the fallen books and the remainder of the quills. "Well I hope you got a good use out of them, because that's going to cost you. You said you're sorry, but I'm going to make sure you actually are." Jack looked up at the unfamiliar boy with a less-than-wholesome smile. "Would you say that's fair?"
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
16 Jan 2020, 20:27
Outside class
@Jack Burnett
"Are you trying to play darts with quills?! Sheesh!"
Quincy turned to see a hazel-eyed boy pinned to the wall with the subject of the Ravenclaw's detrimental experiment. Quincy suddenly felt a huge wave of regret, and his jaw dropped open in disbelief. How could I have been so stupid? As the other boy tugged the quills free, he murmured something about bent tips. If it wasn't bad enough that Quincy nearly injured another student, he also damaged someone's property. Ravenclaw was going to lose so many house points.
"Wait a second - are these mine?!"
At this point, Quincy noticed that the accidentally targeted boy was a Slytherin. A Slytherin who did not seem all too happy to have had his quills flung at him and broken. Quincy's face no longer displayed shame but fear. He looked in either direction; there was no route of escape.
"Did you find these on that sill?", the Slytherin asked. Quincy nodded abashedly. "You were practicing magic on them, weren't you?"
"No, I... I just...," Quincy stammered, failing to find a justification for his experiment.
"Just because they weren't yours, you thought it'd be okay to fling them around, is that it?"
Quincy took a deep breath, gathered his composure, and tried to explain logically (or at least, what Quincy thought was logically) to the boy, "I was wondering about how the Levitating Charm works. It seems to be a synergistic effect of wand movement, incantation, and intent. Your quills just happened to be there, so I attempted to nonverbally levitate them, but I failed. Then I tried experimenting with wand movement, and it had disastrous effects as you saw. I am very sorry. I hope you were not hurt. Also, I realize that it was wrong of me to do these tests on somebody else's belongings. I am sorry for that, too."
Quincy had spoken rapidly and apologetically. If it had been another Ravenclaw, Quincy thought that his explanation and apology would have appeased the boy. In fact, a Ravenclaw would have begun speculating about the mechanics of the charm. But this was a Slytherin, so all bets were off.
"Well I hope you got a good use out of them, because that's going to cost you. You said you're sorry, but I'm going to make sure you actually are. Would you say that's fair?"
"A duel then?" Quincy gulped. While Quincy had read a lot on dueling spells, he had never actually practiced them before. He had seen his older siblings duel (and his Muggle mother scold them for using magic in their London flat), but he was worried that this Slytherin boy had more practice than he did, completely nullifying any advantage of Quincy's vast theoretical knowledge.
Quincy pulled out his wand. "1... 2... 3...," Quincy counted, nobly.
"Stupefy!" Quincy shouted, turning away with his eyes shut. He did not want to see what effects, if any, this next experiment had. He also grimaced, preparing for a counter-hex.
"Are you trying to play darts with quills?! Sheesh!"
Quincy turned to see a hazel-eyed boy pinned to the wall with the subject of the Ravenclaw's detrimental experiment. Quincy suddenly felt a huge wave of regret, and his jaw dropped open in disbelief. How could I have been so stupid? As the other boy tugged the quills free, he murmured something about bent tips. If it wasn't bad enough that Quincy nearly injured another student, he also damaged someone's property. Ravenclaw was going to lose so many house points.
"Wait a second - are these mine?!"
At this point, Quincy noticed that the accidentally targeted boy was a Slytherin. A Slytherin who did not seem all too happy to have had his quills flung at him and broken. Quincy's face no longer displayed shame but fear. He looked in either direction; there was no route of escape.
"Did you find these on that sill?", the Slytherin asked. Quincy nodded abashedly. "You were practicing magic on them, weren't you?"
"No, I... I just...," Quincy stammered, failing to find a justification for his experiment.
"Just because they weren't yours, you thought it'd be okay to fling them around, is that it?"
Quincy took a deep breath, gathered his composure, and tried to explain logically (or at least, what Quincy thought was logically) to the boy, "I was wondering about how the Levitating Charm works. It seems to be a synergistic effect of wand movement, incantation, and intent. Your quills just happened to be there, so I attempted to nonverbally levitate them, but I failed. Then I tried experimenting with wand movement, and it had disastrous effects as you saw. I am very sorry. I hope you were not hurt. Also, I realize that it was wrong of me to do these tests on somebody else's belongings. I am sorry for that, too."
Quincy had spoken rapidly and apologetically. If it had been another Ravenclaw, Quincy thought that his explanation and apology would have appeased the boy. In fact, a Ravenclaw would have begun speculating about the mechanics of the charm. But this was a Slytherin, so all bets were off.
"Well I hope you got a good use out of them, because that's going to cost you. You said you're sorry, but I'm going to make sure you actually are. Would you say that's fair?"
"A duel then?" Quincy gulped. While Quincy had read a lot on dueling spells, he had never actually practiced them before. He had seen his older siblings duel (and his Muggle mother scold them for using magic in their London flat), but he was worried that this Slytherin boy had more practice than he did, completely nullifying any advantage of Quincy's vast theoretical knowledge.
Quincy pulled out his wand. "1... 2... 3...," Quincy counted, nobly.
"Stupefy!" Quincy shouted, turning away with his eyes shut. He did not want to see what effects, if any, this next experiment had. He also grimaced, preparing for a counter-hex.
16 Jan 2020, 20:56
Outside class
@Quincy Quicksilver
Jack stared with half-lidded eyes, obviously unimpressed, when the Ravenclaw boy tried to 'stupefy' him and nothing happened.
"Ravenclaws..." he mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. "No, Eagle, I don't want to fight you. Even if I did, this wouldn't be the time or place to do it. We're in the middle of the corridor, right next to a classroom where a professor could be watching, and around a whole bunch of other students who could accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Didn't you learn anything from the stunt you just pulled?"
He shut his eyes and rubbed his temples before addressing the other boy again. "I thought you were smarter than others in your house right up until you proposed a duel. What good does a show of power, even magical power, do for settling arguments?"
The Slytherin shook his head. "Look, I'm not going to eat you or do anything else to hurt you. I'm not a fan of violence. All I ask is for equivalent exchange. So when I asked if you thought that was fair, I literally wanted to know if you thought that was fair." Irritable already, Jack stuffed his books in his bag and shoved the bundle of bent-tipped quills at the Ravenclaw boys's chest.
"Can you afford to pay for these?" he wanted to know.
Jack stared with half-lidded eyes, obviously unimpressed, when the Ravenclaw boy tried to 'stupefy' him and nothing happened.
"Ravenclaws..." he mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. "No, Eagle, I don't want to fight you. Even if I did, this wouldn't be the time or place to do it. We're in the middle of the corridor, right next to a classroom where a professor could be watching, and around a whole bunch of other students who could accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Didn't you learn anything from the stunt you just pulled?"
He shut his eyes and rubbed his temples before addressing the other boy again. "I thought you were smarter than others in your house right up until you proposed a duel. What good does a show of power, even magical power, do for settling arguments?"
The Slytherin shook his head. "Look, I'm not going to eat you or do anything else to hurt you. I'm not a fan of violence. All I ask is for equivalent exchange. So when I asked if you thought that was fair, I literally wanted to know if you thought that was fair." Irritable already, Jack stuffed his books in his bag and shoved the bundle of bent-tipped quills at the Ravenclaw boys's chest.
"Can you afford to pay for these?" he wanted to know.
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
17 Jan 2020, 05:56
Outside class
@Jack Burnett
Quincy grimaced, then opened his left eye to notice that nothing happened, except for a tiny bit of smoke emerging from his wand. Or maybe that was just a trick of the light. It seems that there is more to spellcraft than incantations, thought Quincy. Intriguing.
"No, Eagle, I don't want to fight you."
Oh right, thought Quincy as he dazed off. I am in the middle of interpersonal dispute. Now is not the time to ponder the intricacies of magic. Quincy tried to refocus. The Slytherin was lecturing him about how foolish his proposed duel was. Quincy blushed, feeling quite embarrassed.
"I thought you were smarter than others in your house right up until you proposed a duel. What good does a show of power, even magical power, do for settling arguments?"
Quincy interjected, "Right. Duh. It's just that my older brothers are both Slytherin, and they are always using duels to sort out their problems, so I just assumed..."
"Look, I'm not going to eat you or do anything else to hurt you. I'm not a fan of violence."
Quincy clearly misjudged the Slytherin boy. As clever as the Sorting Hat seemed to think Quincy was, he suddenly did not seem to be the rational person in this conversation. The boy was not looking for a fight, but simply asking for compensation for his broken belongings.
"Can you afford to pay for these?"
As embarrassed as Quincy felt, he also felt a wave of relief. He did not end up disfigured by a brutal Slytherin's hex, and as of yet, it did not seem any teachers managed to notice the kerfuffle. Perhaps this situation is still salvageable, thought Quincy.
"I don't have much," Quincy admitted, honestly. "But you are right. That does indeed seem to be a fair deal. How much are they worth? I'll find a way to make it up."
Quincy grinned shyly at the boy, trying to dissipate the tension with some diplomacy. "Look, we clearly got off to a bad start," he added. "What with me messing with your stuff, nearly stabbing you, and then trying to Stun you as repayment. I did miserably at all three, mind you." He hoped for a sympathetic chuckle. Maybe he need not make an enemy here today.
"My name is Quincy, by the way," he introduced himself politely with an outstretched arm. "Quincy Quicksilver, Ravenclaw, first year. And you?"
Quincy grimaced, then opened his left eye to notice that nothing happened, except for a tiny bit of smoke emerging from his wand. Or maybe that was just a trick of the light. It seems that there is more to spellcraft than incantations, thought Quincy. Intriguing.
"No, Eagle, I don't want to fight you."
Oh right, thought Quincy as he dazed off. I am in the middle of interpersonal dispute. Now is not the time to ponder the intricacies of magic. Quincy tried to refocus. The Slytherin was lecturing him about how foolish his proposed duel was. Quincy blushed, feeling quite embarrassed.
"I thought you were smarter than others in your house right up until you proposed a duel. What good does a show of power, even magical power, do for settling arguments?"
Quincy interjected, "Right. Duh. It's just that my older brothers are both Slytherin, and they are always using duels to sort out their problems, so I just assumed..."
"Look, I'm not going to eat you or do anything else to hurt you. I'm not a fan of violence."
Quincy clearly misjudged the Slytherin boy. As clever as the Sorting Hat seemed to think Quincy was, he suddenly did not seem to be the rational person in this conversation. The boy was not looking for a fight, but simply asking for compensation for his broken belongings.
"Can you afford to pay for these?"
As embarrassed as Quincy felt, he also felt a wave of relief. He did not end up disfigured by a brutal Slytherin's hex, and as of yet, it did not seem any teachers managed to notice the kerfuffle. Perhaps this situation is still salvageable, thought Quincy.
"I don't have much," Quincy admitted, honestly. "But you are right. That does indeed seem to be a fair deal. How much are they worth? I'll find a way to make it up."
Quincy grinned shyly at the boy, trying to dissipate the tension with some diplomacy. "Look, we clearly got off to a bad start," he added. "What with me messing with your stuff, nearly stabbing you, and then trying to Stun you as repayment. I did miserably at all three, mind you." He hoped for a sympathetic chuckle. Maybe he need not make an enemy here today.
"My name is Quincy, by the way," he introduced himself politely with an outstretched arm. "Quincy Quicksilver, Ravenclaw, first year. And you?"
18 Jan 2020, 19:24
Outside class
@Quincy Quicksilver
"Right. Duh. It's just that my older brothers are both Slytherin, and they are always using duels to sort out their problems, so I just assumed..."
"Mm, yes, and you must know that one saying, smart as you are - 'never assume because when you assume, you make an 'ass' of 'u' and 'me'. Right?"
By the time Jack had finished gathering all of his things, the Ravenclaw was talking about not having much and asking the value of the quills. "Tell you what," he answered. "I prefer payment other than the monetary sort anyway. So how about we just say you owe me a favor? Would that work for you?"
When he looked back at the other first-year, he saw his shy grin and blinked in surprise. The young man seemed to be trying to make ammends. The redhead's lips parted slightly, trying to think of how to respond, but his goals were the exact opposite of his peer's. This boy clearly wanted to make friends, but little did he know that that was the one thing Jack feared most.
Instead of the sympathetic chuckle that was hoped for, he released a sorry sigh. "I'm Jack Burnett, Slytherin, first year. I'd say it's good to meet you, Quincy, but I...don't think I'm the best person for you to associate with." He offered the boy a pained smile. "I make a lot of enemies at this school and I guess I already have a reputation for causing trouble. There are already a bunch of guys who want to beat me up, so I'd suggest staying far, far away from me if you don't want to share the same fate."
Thinking a moment, he added, "You know, there is someone I know who you might like to meet, though. He's also very interested in performing experiments and finding out how things work. His name is Selim Faust and he's my dorm mate. I'll mention you to him if you like."
"Right. Duh. It's just that my older brothers are both Slytherin, and they are always using duels to sort out their problems, so I just assumed..."
"Mm, yes, and you must know that one saying, smart as you are - 'never assume because when you assume, you make an 'ass' of 'u' and 'me'. Right?"
By the time Jack had finished gathering all of his things, the Ravenclaw was talking about not having much and asking the value of the quills. "Tell you what," he answered. "I prefer payment other than the monetary sort anyway. So how about we just say you owe me a favor? Would that work for you?"
When he looked back at the other first-year, he saw his shy grin and blinked in surprise. The young man seemed to be trying to make ammends. The redhead's lips parted slightly, trying to think of how to respond, but his goals were the exact opposite of his peer's. This boy clearly wanted to make friends, but little did he know that that was the one thing Jack feared most.
Instead of the sympathetic chuckle that was hoped for, he released a sorry sigh. "I'm Jack Burnett, Slytherin, first year. I'd say it's good to meet you, Quincy, but I...don't think I'm the best person for you to associate with." He offered the boy a pained smile. "I make a lot of enemies at this school and I guess I already have a reputation for causing trouble. There are already a bunch of guys who want to beat me up, so I'd suggest staying far, far away from me if you don't want to share the same fate."
Thinking a moment, he added, "You know, there is someone I know who you might like to meet, though. He's also very interested in performing experiments and finding out how things work. His name is Selim Faust and he's my dorm mate. I'll mention you to him if you like."
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
19 Jan 2020, 09:37
Outside class
"Tell you what, I prefer payment other than the monetary sort anyway. So how about we just say you owe me a favor? Would that work for you?"
Quincy blinked. He had not thought of that idea. "Yes, I suppose that would work." Then wondering what sort of favor the boy might ask of him, Quincy quickly added, "So long as the favor is not something that breaks any rules." He just scraped by today managing not to lose any House Points and was not about to risk the potential loss of more over a few bent quills.
The two boys finally made introductions. The Slytherin tried to distance himself, which only piqued Quincy's interest more. This boy seemed so peculiar: a level-headed Slytherin who shied away from making connections. Suddenly, the boy seemed more puzzling to Quincy than the Levitation Charm.
"Nice to make your acquaintance, @Jack Burnett," Quincy replied after Jack's introduction. He shrugged off the suggestion that being his acquaintance would get him bullied with "I guess if people want to beat me up for talking to you, then I might get to practice dueling."
"You know, there is someone I know who you might like to meet, though. He's also very interested in performing experiments and finding out how things work. His name is Selim Faust and he's my dorm mate. I'll mention you to him if you like."
Quincy tilted his head, stared at Jack, and thought a bit about the proposal. This Faust fellow sure seemed like someone who Quincy would enjoy meeting, but at the same time he felt like Jack was being needlessly evasive by suggesting Quincy and Faust meet up. After what started to become an awkward length of silence, Quincy finally answered, "How about the three of us meet in the Great Hall at dinner, and you can introduce me to him there?"
Quincy blinked. He had not thought of that idea. "Yes, I suppose that would work." Then wondering what sort of favor the boy might ask of him, Quincy quickly added, "So long as the favor is not something that breaks any rules." He just scraped by today managing not to lose any House Points and was not about to risk the potential loss of more over a few bent quills.
The two boys finally made introductions. The Slytherin tried to distance himself, which only piqued Quincy's interest more. This boy seemed so peculiar: a level-headed Slytherin who shied away from making connections. Suddenly, the boy seemed more puzzling to Quincy than the Levitation Charm.
"Nice to make your acquaintance, @Jack Burnett," Quincy replied after Jack's introduction. He shrugged off the suggestion that being his acquaintance would get him bullied with "I guess if people want to beat me up for talking to you, then I might get to practice dueling."
"You know, there is someone I know who you might like to meet, though. He's also very interested in performing experiments and finding out how things work. His name is Selim Faust and he's my dorm mate. I'll mention you to him if you like."
Quincy tilted his head, stared at Jack, and thought a bit about the proposal. This Faust fellow sure seemed like someone who Quincy would enjoy meeting, but at the same time he felt like Jack was being needlessly evasive by suggesting Quincy and Faust meet up. After what started to become an awkward length of silence, Quincy finally answered, "How about the three of us meet in the Great Hall at dinner, and you can introduce me to him there?"
23 Jan 2020, 18:15
Outside class
@Quincy Quicksilver
At the Ravenclaw's apparent concern about what he might have been asked to do for a favor, Jack smiled a little. "Don't worry. Whatever I ask of you, you don't have to do it unless you agree that it's a fair trade for the quills. Besides, I'm not a fan of rule-breaking; that's too easy." He winked at the brunet. "I much prefer to exercise creativity and cleverness to loophole and bend them instead."
The use of his full name caused Jack to laugh a little uneasily. "Just 'Burnett' will do," he assured the other boy.
When Quincy mentioned an upside to people wanting to beat him up for talking to him, however, the redhead's brows shot up, surprised. Then he laughed again; this time a genuine, full laugh rather than the forced, weak one prior.
"You're an optimistic one, aren't you? Not to mention resourceful. I like it," Jack told Quincy, grinning. "I guess you really are one of the more clever Ravenclaws I've met. A little too brave, though, perhaps." His grin faltered a bit. "As reasonable as your conclusion seems to be, I doubt the other party will listen to reason."
His expression darkened when he looked away. "Lots of kids, especially some Gryffindor boys I know, who prefer to resort to violence in order to relieve their anger. They'd knock us out with fists before bothering to even listen to a request for a duel, let alone wait for one to be officially set up."
Just when Jack thought he might have been able to redirect Quincy's interest to Selim, the Slytherin found the Ravenclaw suggesting that all three of them meet in the Great Hall. The redhead considered this, regarding Quincy curiously. Perhaps he wanted to make sure he had the right person and couldn't be sure unless Jack pointed him out. Or maybe he wanted to make sure Jack wasn't just making Selim up.
Well, what could one little dinner and introduction hurt? It would be interesting to see how things went, anyway.
"Sure," Jack answered with an appreciative smile. "Smart idea. I'm sorry for underestimating you, Quick. I'll try not to do that again."
At the Ravenclaw's apparent concern about what he might have been asked to do for a favor, Jack smiled a little. "Don't worry. Whatever I ask of you, you don't have to do it unless you agree that it's a fair trade for the quills. Besides, I'm not a fan of rule-breaking; that's too easy." He winked at the brunet. "I much prefer to exercise creativity and cleverness to loophole and bend them instead."
The use of his full name caused Jack to laugh a little uneasily. "Just 'Burnett' will do," he assured the other boy.
When Quincy mentioned an upside to people wanting to beat him up for talking to him, however, the redhead's brows shot up, surprised. Then he laughed again; this time a genuine, full laugh rather than the forced, weak one prior.
"You're an optimistic one, aren't you? Not to mention resourceful. I like it," Jack told Quincy, grinning. "I guess you really are one of the more clever Ravenclaws I've met. A little too brave, though, perhaps." His grin faltered a bit. "As reasonable as your conclusion seems to be, I doubt the other party will listen to reason."
His expression darkened when he looked away. "Lots of kids, especially some Gryffindor boys I know, who prefer to resort to violence in order to relieve their anger. They'd knock us out with fists before bothering to even listen to a request for a duel, let alone wait for one to be officially set up."
Just when Jack thought he might have been able to redirect Quincy's interest to Selim, the Slytherin found the Ravenclaw suggesting that all three of them meet in the Great Hall. The redhead considered this, regarding Quincy curiously. Perhaps he wanted to make sure he had the right person and couldn't be sure unless Jack pointed him out. Or maybe he wanted to make sure Jack wasn't just making Selim up.
Well, what could one little dinner and introduction hurt? It would be interesting to see how things went, anyway.
"Sure," Jack answered with an appreciative smile. "Smart idea. I'm sorry for underestimating you, Quick. I'll try not to do that again."
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
1 Feb 2020, 12:49
Outside class
Quincy was relieved to hear that @Jack Burnett's idea of repayment would not involve any rule breaking. He also found it strange that Burnett was trying so hard to distance himself from Quincy. His description of Gryffindors made them sound like bullies. Sure, Gryffindors seem like showoffs, but bullies? Perhaps it seemed different from a Slytherin perspective. Or perhaps Quincy still had some Ravenclaw prejudices and believed too many House stereotypes.
"Sure. Smart idea. I'm sorry for underestimating you, Quick. I'll try not to do that again."
"And I, you," Quincy responded. He definitely misjudged this Slytherin boy. He never thought before that a Slytherin could be so intelligent and reasonable. Quincy was starting to think that the House divides were a lot fuzzier than the Sorting Hat made them out to be. He also was delightfully surprised when Burnett called him 'Quick'. Did I just get a nickname?
But onto logistics: "You can find Selim at the Slytherin table this evening and let him know of our plan to meet. I will then look for you, so you can introduce him to me. I don't have a regular group of friends at the Ravenclaw table, so I won't be missed."
That was a bit of an understatement. Quincy did not really have any friends, neither within his own House nor otherwise. But perhaps that was about to change? Maybe Burnett and this Selim boy would be his new friends. Friends? And with Slytherins? Hogwarts is full of surprises! There was only one real way to find out and that was to see what happens tonight at the Great Hall.
"Sure. Smart idea. I'm sorry for underestimating you, Quick. I'll try not to do that again."
"And I, you," Quincy responded. He definitely misjudged this Slytherin boy. He never thought before that a Slytherin could be so intelligent and reasonable. Quincy was starting to think that the House divides were a lot fuzzier than the Sorting Hat made them out to be. He also was delightfully surprised when Burnett called him 'Quick'. Did I just get a nickname?
But onto logistics: "You can find Selim at the Slytherin table this evening and let him know of our plan to meet. I will then look for you, so you can introduce him to me. I don't have a regular group of friends at the Ravenclaw table, so I won't be missed."
That was a bit of an understatement. Quincy did not really have any friends, neither within his own House nor otherwise. But perhaps that was about to change? Maybe Burnett and this Selim boy would be his new friends. Friends? And with Slytherins? Hogwarts is full of surprises! There was only one real way to find out and that was to see what happens tonight at the Great Hall.
3 Feb 2020, 20:13
Outside class
@Quincy Quicksilver
"I'll find Fa - er, Faust and let him know," Jack assured Quincy, almost using the nickname he had for the other Slytherin out of habit. "I tend to call him 'Fangs'. But if it's not a problem for you, I'll just bring him over to the Ravenclaw table once I've explained the situation and all three of us can eat there. That way, you won't have to look for two of us at our table - especially since you haven't seen Fangs before - or worry about if I've talked to him yet or not before trying to meet with us."
He thought it a bit sad that Quincy put it that way - that he 'wouldn't be missed' - but perhaps they could change that. Jack was sure that if the amicable-seeming Ravenclaw boy took enough time to get to know others, he would easily find himself surrounded by friends. So many people seemed so lonely at Hogwarts and eager to form attachments, especially at their age. The Slytherin felt sorry for them, too, certain that said attachments would only lead to their folly, but some things could only be learned through experience.
In any case, if Quincy was seen amongst his fellow Ravenclaws eating with a couple of other kids, perhaps others would realize he could be sociable if he wanted and maybe even considered him popular. Sure, said kids might have both been Slytherins, but of all the other houses, in Jack's experience, Slytherins seemed to get along best with Ravenclaws. Going by their most valued traits, at least. Surely he and Selim couldn't do too much damage to the other boy's reputation simply by sitting with him for an evening meal.
"I'll find Fa - er, Faust and let him know," Jack assured Quincy, almost using the nickname he had for the other Slytherin out of habit. "I tend to call him 'Fangs'. But if it's not a problem for you, I'll just bring him over to the Ravenclaw table once I've explained the situation and all three of us can eat there. That way, you won't have to look for two of us at our table - especially since you haven't seen Fangs before - or worry about if I've talked to him yet or not before trying to meet with us."
He thought it a bit sad that Quincy put it that way - that he 'wouldn't be missed' - but perhaps they could change that. Jack was sure that if the amicable-seeming Ravenclaw boy took enough time to get to know others, he would easily find himself surrounded by friends. So many people seemed so lonely at Hogwarts and eager to form attachments, especially at their age. The Slytherin felt sorry for them, too, certain that said attachments would only lead to their folly, but some things could only be learned through experience.
In any case, if Quincy was seen amongst his fellow Ravenclaws eating with a couple of other kids, perhaps others would realize he could be sociable if he wanted and maybe even considered him popular. Sure, said kids might have both been Slytherins, but of all the other houses, in Jack's experience, Slytherins seemed to get along best with Ravenclaws. Going by their most valued traits, at least. Surely he and Selim couldn't do too much damage to the other boy's reputation simply by sitting with him for an evening meal.
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PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori