Peux-tu M'aider? PV Adohiro Moira Closed

A knot naturally formed itself between the brows of the boy, his left cheek sunk in as he bit onto them from the inside. He concentrated on re-reading the sentences of instructions on how to properly execute the incantation, he wondered what was going wrong until a voice pulled him straight out of focus.

"Do you need help?"

Klaus looked up, almost startled at the sudden voice near him, that was clear even amongst the light noises surrounding them. He blinked his eyes as he listened to the other correcting him, taking note of the colour of the other boy’s tie - another fellow Slytherin.

He looked very young, gifted with a baby face. Yet the type of facial features brought him the same type of familiarity that he’s seen so little of within the palace. Though one thing’s for certain, he must be of the same year.

“Is that right?” He uttered after, showcasing a small smile.

Something in him ticked a bit as the situation struck a small nerve. Klaus never enjoyed being wrong a day in his life. He didn’t like that he’s been spending copious amounts of time just trying to get, what seemed like, a very simple charm.

And to be corrected after that fact doesn’t really reassure him in the way he liked to be.

But he mustn’t let this boy know that.

Klaus readied his wand once more, pointed towards his keychain before taking a deep breath. He repeated the pronunciation that the other boy was telling him in his head once before saying it out loud, “SPUN-ji-fye!” Waving the wand into an S-like shape, it only took a moment to see the little spark fly from the tip of his wand straight onto the object.

Then nothing seemed to happen next until the blonde boy lifted his finger to press onto what seemed to be a solid plastic goblin keychain and the entire object concave from his pressure. His eyes widened a bit, a satisfied grin appearing over his lips. “Enfin…” He mumbled under his breath, relaxing into his seat a bit before looking up at the other.

He nodded his head while a proper smile appeared over his face, “thank you… I don’t know why I’ve been struggling on such a simple spell.” He bashfully said as he scratched the back of his neck in small embarrassment. “I’m Klaus… you are?”

Klaus looked on at the boy who spoke confidently, stating his full name and its rightful meaning; almost amused by this as he raised his brows slightly. It was definitely exotic compared to what he was more used to from hearing the majority around him. He kept his charming smile, nodding his head to acknowledge the information. “Peace within the chaos? Quite fitting for Slytherin.” He chuckled lightly. “I am a first year as well, now that I look at you a second time, your face is also quite familiar. I think you sit in front of me during Transfiguration.” He noted before tucking his wand away into his sleeve.

The blonde boy listened to the next few sentences, in perfect timing to hear someone let out a small screech right down the corridor followed by a chiding voice and chorus of laughters. “Well, yes. It’s hard for me to concentrate with all the noise going about, and especially having to constantly be on edge just so you don’t set off those silly booby traps laying around.” He couldn’t help but let out another light chuckle, a hand raising to cover his mouth as a sort of politeness. “Though, it does liven up the atmosphere around here. So I can’t really complain.”

He patted down his robe, caressing through the creases that formed from him sitting over a period of time. Klaus’ movements came to a halt shortly upon hearing the question. He looked up at the other, slightly taken aback at what was asked. It wasn’t common for anyone to point out his other race, or over him being mixed-race.

“Oh, uh, yes. I am half-korean… how did you know? You’re the first person to ask me that.” The friendly smile returned to his face. “I’d assume you’re… Japanese? Judging from your name, really. But I feel like you’re also mixed.”

Klaus tilted his head to the side as he took note of the male’s distaste with the class. “Do you not like it? I quite find the class to be very interesting. But yes, the professor is quite strict and uptight with how she grades our work.” He said, nodding his head in agreement before scooting over to pat the empty space next to him, offering the other a seat. He also moved his things aside to leave more space. “Uh, yeah, I’m half-french… You make really good assumptions, you know? So yeah, my mother’s french and father’s Korean, born and raised in London though.” He answered as he leaned against the table, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. “Hm… I’ve never been to any Asian countries, just around Europe so far. But I heard it’s pretty beautiful over that side of the world. I’d like to visit some day.” He said with a smile. “Do you know how to speak those languages? Korean, Japanese and Chinese? I’m not so great at Korean, I’m still learning, though I can understand when spoken to me.”

Klaus’ gaze was steady, observing how Adohiro studied him up close. The male’s eyes were wide like an innocent toddler - the Vieux-born wondered if the baby-faced contributed to that absolute pure innocence. He also wondered if he was viewing the world so much more different to that of his own.

“Ah, is that so? I didn’t know about that - how surgery was common to get a double eyelid. Usually people don’t assume much because of my hair.” He motioned upwards, blowing off a loose strand of hair that began to tickle his nose.

"I know how to write in Korean and speak it, I can help you study if you want."

“Oh, really? You’d like to help me in my Korean?” He raised his brows, straightening his posture as he tilted his head to the side in thought while he listened. “I’d like to visit sometime in the near future… I believe my father’s travelling back somewhere during the winter… but I’m unsure if I’ll be joining him.” He smiled faintly, almost seeming a little sad but he covered it up with a small chuckle while he looked down. Klaus didn't doubt it - he knew internally that he was feeling envious over the idea, that Adohiro had a much loving family to come home to than he does. 

“I have yet to meet my Korean grandparents, though I’d love to.” He examined his fingers, as if taking interest in them as a sort of distraction before looking up at the other. “Sounds lovely. That means you’d be flying back home for the Winter holidays, are you?”