1 Mar 2020, 00:56
Hurried mistakes
Ross rushed into the classroom. The poor Hufflepuff had lost track of time, and now he paid for it. Though he certainly was on time, he was not 'on time' on time. 'On time' on time was when all of the students would be at their desks chatting away for about the span of two minutes. On time was when all of the students were sitting down, but the teacher had not begun class yet. It was a difference that Ross knew he would suffer for, even though it was not that big of an issue to most.
The majority of the desks were taken, and as Ross looked through the students that were sitting down he noticed not a single Hufflepuff had a desk free next to them. Usually Hufflepuffs were Ross' first shot, so he realized he must get out of his comfort zone in this case.
The boy's chocolate brown eyes examined the room from left to right, and noted that the majority of the people who were sitting alone currently had their bag in a chair next to them. Most like this were near the front, seemingly dedicated to taking notes instead of chatting with their chums or were saving a seat for someone they could trust.
His eyes did not stop looking until they froze on a boy in the back of the class. There was no bag in the chair next to them, but instead it rested on the ground. From what he could tell, the boy had short, light brown hair that Ross could not quite tell was combed or not. Unless they were slouching, they seemed around the same height as Ross himself. Their robes indicated that they were a Slytherin, which was certainly new. Ross did not know any Slytherins, only Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Not that he had anything against them, but there was never exactly an opportunity to speak to them. They were normally busy, or simply intimidating. Now was his chance to meet one he supposed. So far he was the only one that he had seen that did not have a bag or something taking up the seat next to them anyways.
Ross quickly hurried over towards the seat next to Flash and claimed it. He placed his items on the table hastily, as if for some reason someone would steal it though he was already there. The boy glanced at the kid next to him quickly to make sure there was not a negative reaction, then looked back at the chalkboard. In neat print it read
Forgetfulness Potion
Which gave a Ross more than a clear idea of what they would be doing that day, and gave him relief as well. The Forgetfulness Potion was one of the potions Ross had specifically bothered to take notes on. It certainly was not complicated, as the recipe seemed somewhat simple. It only took an hour to make too, which was wonderful. Still, he would be lying if he had it memorized.
The boy reached into his bag, and took out a book. It was his notes, he presumed. Though he did not bother to check, he did start to recite the ingredients he remembered.
"2 drops o' Lethe river water... two drops of.. ah gee what was it?" he mumbled to himself.
He snapped his fingers as if that would help him in remembering, but it blatantly didn't work.
He looked to the boy next to him, and wondered if perhaps he knew. Other kids had already seemingly started planning, so he felt he may as well attempt too.
"Do ya happen to know how to make this?" The boy inquired, pointing to the chalkboard.
Interacting with @Flash Holmwood
Stamina: 7 Evasion: 7 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 6 Arcane Power: 8 Accuracy: 7
1 Mar 2020, 02:26
Hurried mistakes
Just as everyone had settled in for class, one straggler dove in at the last moment, barely escaping a rueful glower from Professor Price. Flash intended to pay him no mind, until all of his belongings became splayed across his workspace like the carcass of a fresh kill. It was a Hufflepuff boy, clearly without his wits about him. He glanced over to Flash, as if worried about what he might think. He was greeted with apathy.
Flash made a point to not fraternize in class, so long as it could be helped. Before and after he would switch into whatever group was most beneficial for him to be in, but while the class was going on, the rest of the world vanished. He never made idle chatter with the people sitting next to him, and he made it clear to anyone who tried. Class time was for class, and he intended to hold on to every word the professor said.
Potions, especially, was a craft that involved very precise measurements, and the cost of making a mistake was often hefty. Not just for the time wasted, but the frustration of having to start again from the beginning. Missing an important detail could be the difference between passing with flying colors or staying an hour after class to re-do the project. Because of this, Flash asked his acquaintances kindly to leave the space beside him open.
Still, he didn’t let it bother him. Flash felt confident about his ability to make the forgetfulness potion. He had the recipe listed neatly in his notes, and he had looked into each of the ingredients independently to make sure he felt he understood how to use them properly, or in the case of mistletoe and standard mixture, how to grind it properly. He didn’t expect anything to go wrong.
That was, until the flustered Hufflepuff started talking to him. During class. Flash wasn’t so petty that he could hold much of a grudge for him for not knowing Flash’s pet peeve, but it still deeply irked him. It was still rude, to the professor and to the students who were trying to learn. Deep down, Flash knew that most kids his age had no reason to take everything as seriously as he did, but it still made him feel bitter when he saw people skating through life with reckless abandon. Still, he didn’t let the bitterness show on his face.
”Mistletoe berries. And Valerian sprigs.” Flash remained monotone, not wanting to encourage any further discussion. He hoped giving him the answer would be the end, since not saying anything at all would inevitably prompt a follow-up question. Flash knew better than to leave things open-ended, though. ”If you don’t mind, I’m trying to focus on the task at hand.”
@Ross Stephens
Flash made a point to not fraternize in class, so long as it could be helped. Before and after he would switch into whatever group was most beneficial for him to be in, but while the class was going on, the rest of the world vanished. He never made idle chatter with the people sitting next to him, and he made it clear to anyone who tried. Class time was for class, and he intended to hold on to every word the professor said.
Potions, especially, was a craft that involved very precise measurements, and the cost of making a mistake was often hefty. Not just for the time wasted, but the frustration of having to start again from the beginning. Missing an important detail could be the difference between passing with flying colors or staying an hour after class to re-do the project. Because of this, Flash asked his acquaintances kindly to leave the space beside him open.
Still, he didn’t let it bother him. Flash felt confident about his ability to make the forgetfulness potion. He had the recipe listed neatly in his notes, and he had looked into each of the ingredients independently to make sure he felt he understood how to use them properly, or in the case of mistletoe and standard mixture, how to grind it properly. He didn’t expect anything to go wrong.
That was, until the flustered Hufflepuff started talking to him. During class. Flash wasn’t so petty that he could hold much of a grudge for him for not knowing Flash’s pet peeve, but it still deeply irked him. It was still rude, to the professor and to the students who were trying to learn. Deep down, Flash knew that most kids his age had no reason to take everything as seriously as he did, but it still made him feel bitter when he saw people skating through life with reckless abandon. Still, he didn’t let the bitterness show on his face.
”Mistletoe berries. And Valerian sprigs.” Flash remained monotone, not wanting to encourage any further discussion. He hoped giving him the answer would be the end, since not saying anything at all would inevitably prompt a follow-up question. Flash knew better than to leave things open-ended, though. ”If you don’t mind, I’m trying to focus on the task at hand.”
@Ross Stephens
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
1 Mar 2020, 03:07
Hurried mistakes
The Hufflepuff let out a quiet awkward chuckle as he heard the response.
"err.. right. Thanks."" he whispered to him, before a quiet moment of embarrassment.
He looked back down at his desk, and began to play with his fingers as he got lost within his thoughts. The boy would have given him a proper thank you if he considered it safe to have a full conversation; however, it never truly was in the potions room. The teacher was either talking, or it just felt simply wrong. Perhaps there was something haunting the room, Ross could not tell. Something about it just made him purely uncomfortable.
He once again looked back towards the other first year and somewhat leaned towards him in hopes the traveling of sound in shorter distances would help, though obviously it hardly did much. All it did was likely stop a horrid 'what was that?' conversation that Ross was not likely willing to risk.
"sorry.." he suddenly mumbled, far after when he probably should have. "We do 'aught to plan out what we're doin' soon, though." he added, at a slightly higher volume before going back to looking at the teacher.
Ross considered his internal instincts alright. Slytherins were scary, though he could not help but wonder why this one was not a Ravenclaw. Were Ravenclaws not the ones that were all about knowledge? This boy seemed to value it in high amounts from what Ross could tell on his own.
Still, at least he had the answers now. Mistletoe berries and Valerian sprigs. Of course. How could he forget? Well, no there was no way that was quite right. They both had completely usages, right? Valerian sprigs had a much different use than Mistletoe berries from he could remember. It was all so confusing. Who cared if one ingredient did one thing or if you had to rotate it clockwise not counterclockwise. How did potion brewers even survive all the measurements? It was like math except without the paper and without the eraser.
Ross attempted to look over at the blue eyed boy's side of the table in attempts to read their notes. They seemed neatly written, which served as a disadvantage for him. Usually he could at least make our the poorly written, large letters of people. In this case, all he small were small squibbles. He adjusted his glasses slightly as if it would help his vision be in enhanced to no avail.
While Ross had his notes on him, he simply did not wish to open the book. It was clustered with notes of all sorts of classes, and would more than certainly make it look like he was dozing off in class or something along those lines. Besides, it was crammed on its own. He would miss the entirety of the class if he were to simply read it. Still, he kept it on the table next to him. Somehow he felt it would either make him seem smarter ,or perhaps he would grow desperate. Still, he was not desperate enough to not risk the wrath of the Slytherin boy next to him.
"Say, is it two doses of Mistletoe Berries or is it two doses of Valerian Sprigs?" he softly inquired in the politest tone he could muster in hopes the Slytherin would not get upset.
Interacting with @Flash Holmwood
Stamina: 7 Evasion: 7 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 6 Arcane Power: 8 Accuracy: 7
2 Mar 2020, 02:17
Hurried mistakes
After a bit of shuffling and a few distressed noises under his breath, the Hufflepuff started to unsubtly try to read Flash’s notes, before completely giving up and asking him the inevitable follow-up questions. In a different situation, Flash would have easily flipped the switch and explained everything to him with a smile on his face, but this was the middle of class. The boy had placed a notebook on the table that was ill-kept and overflowing with useless extra bits of paper.
How can someone live amidst so much chaos... Even looking at the nervous boy gave Flash sympathetic nervousness. Even though his patience was drawing thin, he figured there was only one civil way to get the Hufflepuff to calm down and stick to his project.
”Here.” Flash picked up his notebook and placed it between them, pointing at the neatly written recipe. ”Start following the directions, there’s no ambiguity with this one, just do as it says.”
There were two parts to the potion, with a long wait in-between. The first part didn’t take much longer than a few seconds if one knew what they were doing, so Flash was already in the waiting period. He planned to use the time to crush the next ingredients in his mortar, since their potency wouldn’t diminish by the time he needed it, but even that wasn’t something that took as much time as he had. He could humor the boy, even though he didn’t deserve it.
”I’ll copy it down in your notes, but don’t start relying on me, alright? You should be paying more attention, and if you don’t, you should accept the consequences.”
Flash knew he was being a bit harsh, but it was the tone he had learned from his upbringing, and in his irritation he couldn’t help but parrot it. It wasn’t much of an imposition if it only happened one time. Given the boy’s timid reaction to asking more questions, he would likely never sit by Flash again.
Taking the Hufflepuff’s notebook, he flipped to the back page and started writing out the instructions in easily legible script. He still had at least half an hour left before he could finish his potion and leave. He hoped it would be uneventful.
@Ross Stephens
How can someone live amidst so much chaos... Even looking at the nervous boy gave Flash sympathetic nervousness. Even though his patience was drawing thin, he figured there was only one civil way to get the Hufflepuff to calm down and stick to his project.
”Here.” Flash picked up his notebook and placed it between them, pointing at the neatly written recipe. ”Start following the directions, there’s no ambiguity with this one, just do as it says.”
There were two parts to the potion, with a long wait in-between. The first part didn’t take much longer than a few seconds if one knew what they were doing, so Flash was already in the waiting period. He planned to use the time to crush the next ingredients in his mortar, since their potency wouldn’t diminish by the time he needed it, but even that wasn’t something that took as much time as he had. He could humor the boy, even though he didn’t deserve it.
”I’ll copy it down in your notes, but don’t start relying on me, alright? You should be paying more attention, and if you don’t, you should accept the consequences.”
Flash knew he was being a bit harsh, but it was the tone he had learned from his upbringing, and in his irritation he couldn’t help but parrot it. It wasn’t much of an imposition if it only happened one time. Given the boy’s timid reaction to asking more questions, he would likely never sit by Flash again.
Taking the Hufflepuff’s notebook, he flipped to the back page and started writing out the instructions in easily legible script. He still had at least half an hour left before he could finish his potion and leave. He hoped it would be uneventful.
@Ross Stephens
Last edited by Flash Holmwood on 2 Mar 2020, 03:16, edited 1 time in total.
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
2 Mar 2020, 03:06
Hurried mistakes
Ross let out a sigh of relief as the boy passed the notes over to him. Just as Ross had expected, they were step by step labeled. He was almost in shock at how organized it was, really. At home, notes were hardly required at all. One was just to show up to class and do what they did. This was all rather new to him, and the fact that this Slytherin had just nailed it completely was surprising. Were other kids this far ahead? A quick gaze of the room would have proven otherwise, but Ross was certainly not paying attention to that at the moment.
"Thanks, guess i'm a lil' behind." He remarked, smiling at the organized boy.
His tone was a stark contrast to the blatant nervousness he was showing. It was as if he had two moods at once, and they absolutely could not fuse together. His thankful grin and sudden joyful voice was a great dissimilarity compared to the shaky boy that was there a few minutes ago. They somewhat clashed together, yet they were both clearly there.
Still, he was grateful and found himself jumping into action. It was hasty clearly, as he wanted to get on track. If he did not have the recipe in front of him it would certainly have already been screwed up. He was somewhat proud of himself that he had actively cleaned his tools that day. Though he did it every time they used them, it felt good to know he had not forgotten everything.
"Right, right! Sorry 'bout that. Won't 'appen again. Promise." He grinned at him, but realized how ridiculous that likely looked.
He stared down at the paper in order to look like he was keeping up with everyone else in order to seem like he understood what was happening. The first step on the paper was two drops of Lethe River Water, which was easy to identify among the materials that were next to them. It had a Lapis Blue that was impossible to forget, which was rather ironic as the Lethe River itself caused forgetfulness.
He reached over his papers in order to grab the bottle, and pulled it back. He held it up to his face as if it would do much; however, all it did was look rather cool in Ross' opinion. He somewhat shook it and allowed the liquid to splosh around, before bringing it down to chest level. He undid the cap of the bottle, and brought the liquid over to the cauldron.
One
Two
Two drops were added to the cauldron ,though Ross was certain that there may be a measuring tool for liquids in the room. Still, he supposed it would do. It had to be a first year potion for some reason, after all.
The next instruction were to put it on heat for twenty seconds, which Ross did with ease. It was a step similar to baking in his opinion, except instead of it just becoming extra done if you messed up it would probably explode or turn into rat poison or something along those lines.
5
10
15
20
Perfect. Ross swiftly turned off the heat in fear that it would somehow destroy the entire room, and took a look inside the cauldron.
It seemed fine enough, which was enough for him. Ross glanced back at the paper.
Two Valerian Sprigs, of course! That was what he was thinking. Putting mistletoe inside of the potion raw did not even make sense. Was it not slightly poisonous, anyways? How ridiculous. Either way, he was grateful. Valerian Sprigs were somewhat more difficult, but that was simply due to the fact it was a sprig. Still, it seemed there was only one option for it anyways, which was a huge relief. He preferred to not talk to the Slytherin boy more than he had to.
Ross gripped onto the Valerian Sprigs and held them over the cauldron.
One
Two
Usually after applying this many ingredients, one would have to do some sort of action and this potion was not an exception.
The notes informed him to stir it counterclockwise three times. Ross had to imagine a clock in his head before doing it in fear of messing up. Still, it seemed easy enough.
One
Two
Three
Which was certainly easy enough for him.
Then came his favorite step, which was waving his wand. You really could not go too wrong with it unless you somehow accidentally became powerful enough to do a spell without saying something or were too extravagant.
The Hufflepuff's wand was already on the table, which he realized he should name one day. Either way, it was bendy and powerful which he was rather proud of. While he did not understand the significance, he still felt it was rather good for the wand. He supported the wand in its decision. Still, he grasped onto it and began to wave it over his potion.
45 minute break
Ross found himself having an uncomfortably wide smile as he realized he caught up with the class. He was never fond of those who never did work, but this was certainly satisfying.
He looked over the potion, and sure enough it seemed to be doing quite fine. Ross looked towards the Slytherin for a split second as if expecting him to be paying attention, but he realized how ridiculous that thought was. Ross looked back down at the potion, and began to think of what he could study in the time being.
Interacting with @Flash Holmwood
Stamina: 7 Evasion: 7 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 6 Arcane Power: 8 Accuracy: 7
2 Mar 2020, 18:59
Hurried mistakes
After Flash finished penning the recipe, which took only a short moment, he looked over at his neighbor to witness him going through the steps of the potion-making process with anxious precicion. He moved as though he thought the cauldron might shatter and dump all the contents if he added the wrong ingredient, which, granted, might have been possible in a higher level potions class.
Curious, as always, Flash flipped to a random page in his classmate’s notes, just to see how bad they could be. He had time, and at the very least he could get a good chuckle out of it.
It only took a few seconds of reading to realize something was off, and only a few more random pages to realize what had happened. This wasn’t his notes for class, this was his diary.
Flash glanced over at the boy again, transfixed with his current task, taking his time. Flash smiled to himself, something in his mood changing after all. He could expect to have a good laugh, indeed.
He had time, so he started reading a few passages. The thoughts they revealed were scattered and frantic, not revealing anything Flash couldn’t already presume, and mentioned his struggles with Potions class, the Potions teacher, and… strangely, quite a few conspiracy theories. There were a few parts that talked about his moods or feelings, but overall it wasn’t very scandalous. Flash only wished he could read more peoples’ diaries, it was a delightful experience.
The boy looked over quickly after he had done the first part of the brewing process, seeming to still not have caught on to the mistake he had made. He was about to deal with the consequences.
”Property of Ross Stephens…” Flash began, turning the book over a few times in his hands, ”That’s you, isn't it?”
@Ross Stephens
Curious, as always, Flash flipped to a random page in his classmate’s notes, just to see how bad they could be. He had time, and at the very least he could get a good chuckle out of it.
It only took a few seconds of reading to realize something was off, and only a few more random pages to realize what had happened. This wasn’t his notes for class, this was his diary.
Flash glanced over at the boy again, transfixed with his current task, taking his time. Flash smiled to himself, something in his mood changing after all. He could expect to have a good laugh, indeed.
He had time, so he started reading a few passages. The thoughts they revealed were scattered and frantic, not revealing anything Flash couldn’t already presume, and mentioned his struggles with Potions class, the Potions teacher, and… strangely, quite a few conspiracy theories. There were a few parts that talked about his moods or feelings, but overall it wasn’t very scandalous. Flash only wished he could read more peoples’ diaries, it was a delightful experience.
The boy looked over quickly after he had done the first part of the brewing process, seeming to still not have caught on to the mistake he had made. He was about to deal with the consequences.
”Property of Ross Stephens…” Flash began, turning the book over a few times in his hands, ”That’s you, isn't it?”
@Ross Stephens
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
3 Mar 2020, 01:24
Hurried mistakes
Ross looked back towards the seemingly more prepared child as soon as he heard his voice. The way he sounded did not feel the same as he had remembered when the boy had told him to be quiet, yet the Hufflepuff could not quite put his finger on it. Even so, he did not sense any danger. As the question was inquired, Ross tilted his head slightly to the side like a confused dog would do.
"Yep, Ross Stephens, that's m-" The boy stopped himself in the middle of his sentence.
He lowered his eyes down from the face of the Slytherin boy to the book that was being bounced around in their hands as if it were some toy. The book looked all so familiar, and it was a book he knew all too well. A book that was so plain and dark yet just thick enough it could be practically mixed up with anything that had a square shape. It took him a moment to comprehend what the book truly was, and another moment to realize what had happened to land him here in this situation. He could feel his chest drop as truth settled in on what had just happened.
There had been a mix up.
Ross' notes were still in his tiny closed in dorm.
This was his diary.
He was not quite sure what to feel. Regret? Anger? Frustration? Embarrassment? Perhaps all at once? Yes, his brain decided that the last would do nicely. He locked his eyes onto the book for what felt like a pause in time, as if somehow the book would stare back at him and do him a favor.
"There 'aught to 'ave been a mix up, because that ain't my notes." He explained with haste, sharply looking back up at the other child's blue eyes. "Perhaps you could give it back? I promise I won't bother ya again." He reasoned, but it was clear he was slightly begging.
There was a light hopeful smile upon his face, but his eyebrows practically spelled worry. Perhaps the boy had not read it, or maybe he would not infer it was him. Sure he just clarified it himself, but maybe he could get away with it. Yes, yes that may just work.
Ross looked back and fourth around the room to see if anyone was looking, to no avail. Of course nobody would be looking. Everybody was so caught up either making the potion perfect, listening to comments from the teacher, or just talking to one another to be paying attention to two kids in the back. Either way, whatever this was looked like a regular interaction he assumed.
Ross looked back to the Slytherin, and somewhat held his hands out so he could put the book in them.
Interacting with @Flash Holmwood
Stamina: 7 Evasion: 7 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 6 Arcane Power: 8 Accuracy: 7
3 Mar 2020, 16:58
Hurried mistakes
Seeing him put out his hands to ask for it back, Flash wanted to laugh out loud right there, but he knew it was wrong to show so much joy at his expense. He couldn’t help but think it was funny that Ross was paying for his own sloppiness so quickly. What was that happiness he was feeling… a sense of superiority? He looked at Ross coldly, with a sense of vindication for the hard work he put into being put together, into studying tirelessly and making sure everything was organized and researched. He could never make such a simple mistake.
This kid deserved to see what happened when you became careless.
”Right. It’s your diary.” Flash cut Ross’ hopes down as quickly as he could. ”But you completely misunderstand me. Perhaps I left a bad first impression. I don’t really like to be talked to during class, so I was a bit unfriendly.”
Flash put the diary down on the table, squarely in front of himself and laid his hand down on it firmly. He tried to make his face normal-- pleasant-- but there was undoubtedly a hint of delight behind his eyes. It wasn’t often he was given the upper hand so freely, at least not as long as he had been at Hogwarts.
”But I’m ready to talk now. You remember what I said about consequences? Well, how about I hold onto this for you until you learn your lesson, hmm?” Flash’s smile was broad, happy. ”Of course, you could tell Professor Price that I took your book, but… I’d be curious to see his face when he learns about your real feelings about his class…”
It was an empty threat, but Flash figured it would work on Ross. From the small amount he read already, he seemed afraid of doing the wrong thing, or hurting peoples’ feelings. Diaries were useful objects, really.
@Ross Stephens
This kid deserved to see what happened when you became careless.
”Right. It’s your diary.” Flash cut Ross’ hopes down as quickly as he could. ”But you completely misunderstand me. Perhaps I left a bad first impression. I don’t really like to be talked to during class, so I was a bit unfriendly.”
Flash put the diary down on the table, squarely in front of himself and laid his hand down on it firmly. He tried to make his face normal-- pleasant-- but there was undoubtedly a hint of delight behind his eyes. It wasn’t often he was given the upper hand so freely, at least not as long as he had been at Hogwarts.
”But I’m ready to talk now. You remember what I said about consequences? Well, how about I hold onto this for you until you learn your lesson, hmm?” Flash’s smile was broad, happy. ”Of course, you could tell Professor Price that I took your book, but… I’d be curious to see his face when he learns about your real feelings about his class…”
It was an empty threat, but Flash figured it would work on Ross. From the small amount he read already, he seemed afraid of doing the wrong thing, or hurting peoples’ feelings. Diaries were useful objects, really.
@Ross Stephens
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
3 Mar 2020, 18:48
Hurried mistakes
He could feel himself physically cringe as the Slytherin informed him he knew it was their diary. It felt like being punched in the gut once for the embarrassment and a second time when the kid did not give it back. Their chance of simply getting the book back had fallen off the mantle and shattered upon impact of the words.
The remark of a bad first impression was certainly right, but Ross was absolutely not a fan of his second impression. He would rather know a boy who got mildly annoyed at him in class than have one who refused to give him a book where he wrote his feelings down on every subject. Though the book was meant to be just for conspiracy theories, emotions and stories of life were practically everywhere in the leather journal.
Still, the boy did not say anything as the boy put his book on the table. Part of it was due to the fact his tongue felt dry. If he were to attempt to say something, Ross was certain it would not come out. It would get trapped in the back of his throat, and it would likely somehow be screamed later. It was also partially due to the fact he had no clue what to say in the first place. Ross had only witnessed people get in situations such as these, but had never had it happen to himself. If he had been looking for some sort of moral, it would have absolutely put into perspective how being a witness and not doing anything absolutely sucked, though he doubted there were witnesses to such a ridiculous 'crime' in the first place.
Half of him wished to snatch the book back, though he knew well it would not work. If he had been pushed just a bit farther, perhaps he would have attempted it. Right now, he was attempting self control. It was something few could master, and something Ross had absolutely not mastered whatsoever. This was one of the few times he had been aware enough to not jump at the first issue in his life.
Once the boy remarked about keeping the book for some time, Ross' attention was driven to the Slytherin's smile. Who did this kid think he was? Anxiety and anger, the two A's as his parents had called them, quickly overwhelmed him. To him this was ridiculous. So what he had an off day? Well, perhaps multiple in a row leading up from the time he was born to the time he was in Hogwarts.
"C'mon, please, It won't do ya any good to keep it for now! Could ya please just give it?" The boy complained, looking back between Flash and the book.
He attempted to stay quiet so he would not make a scene, but his voice was certainly crescendoing enough to possibly draw some attention if it were to get any louder.
Interacting with @Flash Holmwood
Stamina: 7 Evasion: 7 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 6 Arcane Power: 8 Accuracy: 7
4 Mar 2020, 16:52
Hurried mistakes
Ross was getting agitated, as to be expected. Flash put a single finger up to his lips, furrowing his brow. ”Shh.” He had to put in some effort to calm him down before he made things out to be worse than they were. Flash decided his next step had to be generous, but he wasn’t about to give up his bargaining chip for nothing.
”Instead, why don’t I tell you what you can do for me to get this back?” In a swift motion, Flash moved the diary from the table into his bag. ”Come to class early every day, prepared. Read the syllabus again and come into class knowing what to expect. Learn the recipes before you sit down to make them.”
He paused for a moment to make sure Ross was following along. He worried that the Hufflepuff would simply ignore what he was saying and keep pathetically demanding it to be handed back, but it appeared as though he was listening.
”Get an O in potions this quarter and I’ll give it back to you. Also, never talk to me during class again.” Flash laid everything out clearly. He thought his terms were fair, and he wondered how hard it could really be. He figured Ross would be much more easily motivated by fear than by himself. Potions seemed to be his most hated subject of all, for whatever reason. It would make Flash feel good to give the careless badger even just a small taste of what it was like to take things seriously. ”That’s not so bad, is it?”
Flash kept smiling, enjoying himself.
@Ross Stephens
”Instead, why don’t I tell you what you can do for me to get this back?” In a swift motion, Flash moved the diary from the table into his bag. ”Come to class early every day, prepared. Read the syllabus again and come into class knowing what to expect. Learn the recipes before you sit down to make them.”
He paused for a moment to make sure Ross was following along. He worried that the Hufflepuff would simply ignore what he was saying and keep pathetically demanding it to be handed back, but it appeared as though he was listening.
”Get an O in potions this quarter and I’ll give it back to you. Also, never talk to me during class again.” Flash laid everything out clearly. He thought his terms were fair, and he wondered how hard it could really be. He figured Ross would be much more easily motivated by fear than by himself. Potions seemed to be his most hated subject of all, for whatever reason. It would make Flash feel good to give the careless badger even just a small taste of what it was like to take things seriously. ”That’s not so bad, is it?”
Flash kept smiling, enjoying himself.
@Ross Stephens
For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15