Lessons in Boredom and Friendship
Date 13/10/2025 Speech #a88400 WC 283 words OOC
Nova walked into the History of Magic classroom, hair in a low bun and still eating a piece of toast she had grabbed before running to History of Magic. Granted, it was one of the subjects that required a lot more listening than talking, which was never a good idea in a classroom full of bored teens with wands and free will.
She immediately took a seat in a rather secluded corner, not completely in the back, but far enough to be hidden away from the professor's prying eyes. She slipped into the seat, dropping her bag into the chair next to her and began taking out her things. Classmates slowly filtered in, chatting all the while.
Nova rested her chin on her fist, waiting painstakingly for class to begin. The room was already too warm for this early in the morning, and a faint buzzing came from one of the old lanterns hanging above. Someone laughed way too loudly near the front, and a few students were using their wands to make bits of parchment float lazily through the air.
A few familiar faces passed by, and she offered a small wave to them. She began tracing idle patterns on the edge of her parchment, and the low hum of conversation turned into background noise. Nova began idly doodling on her parchment, barely paying attention to her surroundings until she looked up when the door opened once again.
The majority of the seats were taken already, the only ones still available near her own. She pulled her bag off of the chair, placing it on the side of the table. Her eyes flicked back to the parchment, though her mind wandered elsewhere.
Lessons in Boredom and Friendship
Really sorry for being late
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ | @Nova Astron, @Rafal Devereux, @Kora Eliot
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ℭaspian stumbled past the flurry of students rushing all around him as he headed to History of Magic. Brilliant. Another morning sacrificed to a class he was fairly certain existed solely to test his patience. Not a particularly interesting nor particularly necessary class in Hogwarts, but alas, he'd suffer through it. Probably.
The corridors were unusually crowded this morning, the echo of hurried footsteps and muffled conversations bouncing off the stone walls. Caspian sidestepped a pair of first-years loudly arguing over a spell book as if the fate of the wizarding world depended on it, and tried not to trip over the trailing hem of someone’s robes, muttering a quiet curse under his breath.
By the time he reached the classroom door, he let out a low, already bored msigh, pushing it open and stepping inside. The room smelled faintly of old parchment, a scent that always made him think of dusty libraries that hadn't been cleaned for centuries. Students were already seated, some scribbling notes with earnest concentration, others… not so much.
Scanning the room, he spotted a few familiar faces, nodding at him, and he returned the gestures. His eyes flicked towards the other half of the room, and landed on a familiar figure. Nova.
She was tucked into a corner seat, hald-hidden, her hair back into a low bun. He made his way toward the empty chair near her, noting the way she traced idle patterns along the edge of her parchment, chin resting on her fist. Sliding into the seat beside her, he placed his bag on the floor.
Leaning back, he let his gaze sweep the classroom lazily once again, before turning back to Nova.
“So,” he murmured under his breath, low enough that only she could hear, “still plotting your escape from History of Magic, or is that doodle actually important?”
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Lessons in Boredom and Friendship
Hey gang sorry its so late irl life has been a hurricane of things im getting back to writing so yea so sorry @Caspian Villin @Nova Astron @Rafal Devereux
Here she was again late to another lesson god forbid a girl was on time for once. Kora hadn't meant to be late but time just got away from her and a 'quick' nap before lessons started had turned into a 'oh dang I've got 5 minutes' I mean what was she supposed to do the only clear answer was to sprint to her lesson and hope for the best. The corridors were annoyingly packed with the hum of students chatting and arguing messing with her already fried brain.
"come on come on move you stupid boy"
She muttered to herself as she tried to get past a 3rd year student who was blocking half the corridor it seemed, Kora shoved past him calling out sorry.
Luckily fate seemed to be felling merciful today and just as the bell for the lesson start rang Kora slipped into the classroom quietly slipping into the nearest empty seat she could find dropping her bag by her feet and putting her head on the desk while her breath came back to her. After a moment She sat up running a hand through her messy hair in an attempt to look normal, subsequently the itch to do something with her hair was undeniably strong and Kora started to absentmindedly braid her hair taking it out to re-braid it if she didnt like how it looked.
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forever running out of time