The Start of a Rivalry
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@Nova AstronDATE
September 23, 2025SPEECH/THOUGHTS
118f00/ThoughtsABOUT:
Rusty's first impression of Nova does not go very well.──────────────────────────────────────────── ✧
It was a long rainy day at Hogwarts. Rusty had been extremely busy the entire week studying for an exam in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which was not very fun considering DADA is his worst subject. Thankfully, the exam was quite short so the torture didn't last long.
After his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Rusty checked his schedule and saw that Herbology was listed next.
Great. Another subject I suck at.
Rusty looked out the window at the rainy Hogwarts grounds and groaned to himself. He threw his raincoat over his head and quickly made his way through the rain to the greenhouse. When he got there, he slipped off his rain coat, and looked around for a seat. Unfortunately, almost every seat was taken, except for one table at the front of the room. Rusty hated sitting at the front since the teacher could always see what he was doing. It was terribly hard to cheat that way. But unfortunately, it was his only option for today. He made his way towards the table, plopped his stuff down, and waiting patiently for the lesson to start.
I wonder what useless facts about useless plants we will be learning today.
WC: 205/200
You can call me Rusty, just don't call me late for dinner!
The Start of a Rivalry
Nova adored Herbology. It wasn't a secret to anyone who has watched her in the greenhouses, tending to the plants tediously. That day was no different. She had pulled on a raincoat, rain pouring down on the grounds rather heavily. As she was about to walk outside and towards the greenhouses, she felt her bag shake slightly and the indistinguishable sound of a Pygmy Puff's squeak.
Sighing exasperatedly and pulling back the clasp, she found Trixie resting in the corner between her books, blinking innocently. Giving her a flat look, Nova was quick to scold the small creature. "Trixie, I thought I told you to stay in the Dorms?" She questioned, sparing a glance to one of her new favorite objects; a pocket watch. It was small and a gorgeous shade of gold, something she had found and fixed up.
Going back to the furry problem she was currently having, Nova mumbled something under her breath before breaking into a run towards the greenhouses. "If you get me in trouble, Trix!" Nova let the threat hang in the air as she finally arrived inside the greenhouses. Shrugging her raincoat off and discreetly shushing her bag, Nova dug out some parchment and a quill and looked around for a seat, preferably close to the front.
Eyes darting around, she found only one table at the front, someone already sitting there. A small wave of relief hit her and she quickly took the seat next to the boy sitting there with a frown. It didn't bother her too much, people had bad days all the time. Her bag shook once more, and she gave it a glare which clearly went straight through it, because the bag let out a tiny, apologetic squeak before settling down. Rolling her eyes, she quickly perked up as she waited for class to begin. Glancing at the boy next to her, she subtly raised an eyebrow at him before turning away and resting her chin on her hand.
The Start of a Rivalry
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@Nova AstronDATE
Sept. 23, 2025SPEECH/THOUGHTS
118f00/Thoughts──────────────────────────────────────────── Right before class started, another girl entered the classroom. Rusty groaned (maybe a bit to loud) when she sat down right next to him. She was extremely short, with lightly tanned skin, and curly dirty blonde hair. Rusty tried his best to ignore her, but still heard slight squeaking from her bag.
Great. Now I'm stuck next to a girl who brings her pet to class. What a loser.
Rusty noticed out of the corner of his eye that the girl gave him a slight eye brow, but decided to ignore it. Finally, the lesson started.
The professor came into the green house and began the lesson. She explained that today they would be learning about the Slug-Vomitting Spell. One of the most useless spells in existence. While Rusty would never admit it out loud, the main reason he was so negative during lessons was because he wasn't to great at getting good grades. But instead of sulking about that, it was easier for him to be aggressive.
Rusty folded his arms cross his chest and rolled his eyes. He raised his hand and without being called on yelled out to the class:
When are we ever going to need this spell anyways? When would I make someone throw up slugs in the real world? What a useless spell.
He threw is hand down, quietly pleased with himself, waiting expectantly for what the professor would say.
WC: 236/200
You can call me Rusty, just don't call me late for dinner!
The Start of a Rivalry
Nova felt a frown tugging at her lips as the boy audibly groaned when she took the seat next to him, scoffing at the attitude radiating off of him like a bad smell. She could already tell what kind of person he was: the kind who complained a lot to make up for not trying. The squeak from her bag earned her a look from him, which she pointedly ignored. Her hand paused once, just for a second, before moving to dip her quill in ink readily.
As the professor began the lesson, Nova was listening rather avidly with her quill levitating above her parchment. Occasionally, she'd hear a slight huff at her side, the same boy sitting with his arms crossed and sulking at the board. He must be thrilled to be here, Nova thought, a small snort escaping her before she suddenly heard a yell from him.
Wincing at the loud noise and turning to glare at him, the boy's expression was of smug satisfaction as some people behind them snickered and others just looked rather horrified. The professor, understandably, was less than pleased, and opened her mouth to respond. Nova beat her to it, muttering loud enough for the class to hear; “Probably the same situation where someone’s being a jerk in Herbology and needs a taste of their own medicine.”
Not waiting to see the boy's reaction, Nova leisurely turned back to her parchment and wrote down the spell's wand movement and incantation before adding a little doodle as a diagram. Her bag let out a tiny squeak, as if in agreement. Turning her head to the boy, she flatly stated. "Maybe if you'd pay attention for more than five seconds, you'd know why it's so helpful."
The Start of a Rivalry
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@Nova AstronDATE
Sept. 23, 2025SPEECH/THOUGHTS
118f00/ThoughtsABOUT:
Rusty gets frustrated with Nova
Nova Speaking
Professor Speaking──────────────────────────────────────────── Probably the same situation where someone’s being a jerk in Herbology and needs a taste of their own medicine. Maybe if you'd pay attention for more than five seconds, you'd know why it's so helpful.
Rusty was taken aback. He was shocked that this girl spoke to him like that. His comment wasn't even that bad. Her reaction was WAY over dramatic! Was she threatening him? Was this random hufflepuff girl seriously saying she was going to use the slug-charm on him? Because if so, bring it! Rusty could easily take this girl on! But since Rusty felt polite today, he decided not to embarrass her by fighting her in a duel and making her loose terribly. Instead Rusty simply said:
Don't be over dramatic. This lesson has been going on for far more then 5 seconds. Sitting next to you I feel like I've been here for hours!
All the other children in the class made annoying "oooooh" sounds. Rusty hated when children his age were immature. They needed to grow up. It's not like he was flirting with this girl. No one would flirt with this know-it-all!
The professor made a loud noise that sounded like she was clearing her throat, but Rusty knew that was just her respectful signal to quiet down the class. Rusty rolled his eyes. He discreatly turned his head to the girl to try and get a good look at her.
Wow. She's really short.
Even when she was sitting down, Rusty could tell this girl was super short. She couldn't be taller then 4'10''. While this wasn't exactly a negative offense, it still made Rusty annoyed for some reason.
As the lesson continued, the professor wrote random useless crap on the board and eventually asked the class the question:
Who can tell me the incantation for the slug vomiting spell?
WC: 273/200
OOC Note: Not sure how you want to answer this RP but incase you need it, the incantation is 'Slugulus Eructo’. Just to make it easier on you lol
OOC Note: Not sure how you want to answer this RP but incase you need it, the incantation is 'Slugulus Eructo’. Just to make it easier on you lol
You can call me Rusty, just don't call me late for dinner!
The Start of a Rivalry
Nova rolled his eyes at the boy's overly childish response, scoffing. Not bothering to refrain herself from reacting to his words, she muttered back. "My four year old sister could come up with a better comeback than that." She huffed at the sound of students jeers and teasing behind them, feeling a light flush of embarrassment on her face. Shaking her head, she dipped her quill in ink before continuing with her notes.
She felt a pair of eyes on her and subtly glanced sideways to find the boy sizing her up rather obviously. Tucking her hair back once again, she sat up a bit straighter just as the professor posed the question: Who can tell me the incantation for the slug vomiting spell? Immediately, Nova's hand raised and she answered quickly. "Slugulus Eructo, professor."
The professor gave a nod of approval before repeating the answer to the class, and Nova gave a slightly smug look to the boy. The professor moved on from the question, explaining more uses of the spell which Nova just heard as 'use it on annoying people.' Pulling out her book, she noticed there was a few tufts of purple fur on it, which she hastily brushed off.
Opening it up, she flipped through the book, which was adorned with doodles of vines and flowers. Stopping at the page labelled the Slug-Vomiting Spell and wrote in small handwriting: 'For emergencies. And idiots.' Glancing back up again, she noticed her bag was starting to shake once more, and she quickly put a hand above the small lump inside to stop the movement. "Trixie, not now." She hissed quietly, eyes narrowing. The bag stopped moving and she heard a small squeak again. Leaning back, she smiled. At least someone knew how to behave.
The Start of a Rivalry
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@Nova AstronDATE
Sept 23, 2025SPEECH/THOUGHTS
118f00/ThoughtsABOUT:
Rusty gets annoyed with Nova──────────────────────────────────────────── "Slugulus Eructo, professor."
Rusty looked at the girl with an angry face. What a suck up. The professor barely finished the question before this know-it-all raised her hand and shouted the answer. Like give the rest of the class a turn?! The professor didn't even call on her! Rusty wasn't usually a rule follower, but it bothered him that it was okay for her to speak out of turn, but not okay for him! Rusty couldn't let this slide. He cleared his throat quite loudly and dramatically and looked at the girl. But before he was able to say anything, he heard a slight squeaking from the girl's bag, and then heard the girl quietly speak to her bag.
"Trixie, not now."
The bag stopped moving. So this girl wasn't the perfect teacher's pet Rusty thought she was! She snuck a pet into class!
Now Rusty was 12 years old now, and is more mature now that he's older. But he was totally going to use this against her.
You're not a goody good student. You're just a suck-up-know-it-all. I see your pet in your bag. Maybe I should be the good student here and turn you in!
This know it all wasn't going to embarrass Rusty anymore!
WC: 202/200
You can call me Rusty, just don't call me late for dinner!
The Start of a Rivalry
Nova's back stiffened, brows furrowing as she heard the boy's words. The lump in her bag seemed to mirror her movements like a puppet, going completely still. Nova felt a surge of panic before letting out a small scoff. Glancing up from her parchment to make sure the Professor was busy explaining before turning her sharp glare towards the boy.
"Between the two of us, who do you really think they'd believe?" Her voice was low, enough that he could hear without anyone being able to listen in. Her eyes flickered to the boy's annoyed, hazel colored ones, a slight glint of determination in them. What did he think of himself as? "Would they believe the one who doesn't even try to pay attention, or the one that does her work?"
Even with Nova's biting reply, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he actually did tell on her. Would her reputation be ruined over a misunderstanding? She hadn't even meant for Trixie to slip into her bag! She had no clue whether or not he was just messing with her, either. His attitude made him more unpredictable than anything, which annoyed Nova.
"Even if you do try, I'm sure the Professor will be very impressed you tattled like a kid who didn't get the last chocolate frog." There was a short squeak from her bag, which Nova calmly pressed a hand against again—without taking her eyes off Rusty. “And for the record,” she added, “Trixie isn’t just a pet. She’s highly emotionally intelligent, unlike some people.”
Without waiting for another retort, Nova turned back to her notes, her voice airy as she added under her breath, “You know, for someone who ‘hates sitting at the front,’ you really like being the center of attention.”